If I could put my hands inside my chest and crack open my ribs to show you my insides I would, bear my soul, my virtues, my sins, splatter them all over a blank canvas.
Let all the darkness out and learn to paint only with light.
The cracks and the damage, the scar tissue created from previous incidents, healed and repaired to be once again a clean slate. Never forgotten, but learnt from and moved past instead of tethered to and drowned by.
A morning greeting from you, a midnight message, a conversation about something that matters, a discussion about life, a joke about nothing, it all makes me feel tethered to something that matters. It makes me feel alive. More alive than I remember having felt.
I wanted for you to know, because you deserve to know. You deserve to know how very important you are in the world. I hope that you read this and that you know that i'm talking to you , about you. And if you're still not sure, come and find me.