I love the independence of being single
Because you get to independently feel alone
And that’s beautiful
It’s not often you have to truly comfort yourself…
I love the brutal-ness of that challenge
Don’t believe me? Me neither.
So feeling alone is gross. Poetically gross.
That doesn’t make it any less beautiful.
Take an HONEST look.
No really.
What are your weaknesses
What makes you fall to the floor in laughter or pain
What passionates you
/Oh that’s a word
To fill one with passion.
Trust me. I’m an English teacher../
GOSH you are wonderful
Look how you miscommunicate,
How you awkward-walk and talk on days when…
…What days make you awkward walk and talk?
There are things you really just truly are terrible at
And things that make you feel crap or inspired or beaten down
WHY
What is it about that guys face, or those teammates tears that makes you FEEL.
Find that core. Find that trembling emotion
that bursting need to scream or giggle or cry or love- to emotionalize
/to bring life into living/
Take your face in your hands and squeeze it
Or don’t. because that’s kind of silly
But what I mean is just stand naked in front of your faults and FEEL what it FEELS to be you. To be a magnificently flawed and confused being.
WOW
How freeing
How amazingly difficult and jarring that is. I’M NOT PERFECT
say that again.
And accept it
And ACCEPT IT.
Judge yourself and wonder at the glory of these dancing moments. Yes.
Dancing.
A poet word but hey, do you not feel rhythm in your days too?
I don’t
/
I do/
Check out of your bathroom vanities and let’s travel a bit lighter from now on.
I’m sick of this dependency.
Give me some grossly beautiful alone.
/completely yourself/
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