Carpe Diem

“My mind is a battlefield of melancholy and anxiety. In the heat of my mental warfare, you embraced me like the wind. When your softness made this restless mind stay so silent, you felt like a room full of safety.”

“Breathe. It’s only a bad day, not a bad life.”

It’s okay if you’re burning with anger or sadness or both it is necessary for you to collapse so you can learn how phoenixes are reborn when they burn and rise again from the ashes of their existence

Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.