Sometimes, your eyes take such a far away look I wonder if you have telescopes inside your brain. They think you’re looking for the stars, but I know better. I know that you’re searching for craters to fill on the moon or to catch the shooting stars that fell too soon; the ones still worth saving. You want to save whatever you can, even if it kills you.

Maybe that’s why I don’t confess my dark thoughts to you. I don’t want you to read too much into them, I don’t want them to disturb you so much, so that you can’t sleep at nights. I don’t want to be your insomnia.

Know this though, what you have is a gift and you can’t let anyone tell you otherwise. This world is a crossed finger hoping for good things to happen and you are the vein that holds it together, but it is also a giant heap of mood swings and I’m proud of you for not letting it control you. It’s a bloody robot-making machine for all of us at some point in our lives and it hates you because it couldn’t turn you.

I have read the environmental science books, I know there are poisonous gases which make you forget who you are, pollutants that make children’s brain cells disappear. I also know that this blue globe is a huge garbage dumping ground. People throw and throw, and never think to clean up the mess that they make.

I know that you’ve been thrown around a lot. You know what though? It’s their loss because you’re a misplaced diamond buried deep inside the dirty ground. Maybe they’ll find you someday and you’ll have to take in some more, take in a lot. They will break you into a million tiny pieces and you will break, but believe me when I say this, you will get out of it. You will walk straight and polished after that. Whatever they do, they can’t get to your gooey liquid heart underneath all that stone.

You will glow in the morning light like you’ve always wanted to and someday, there in the middle of a field or a bridge or somewhere halfway, beneath all that dust, you will find someone who will never ask you to stop shining; who will never refuse your smiles.
There’s a possibility that they’ll love you forever. And that’s what love is, isn’t it? It’s a possibility and you are made of endless possibilities.

You won’t have to go through it all alone and even if you do, I know that you will always beam just as bright as the day I first saw you cry …❤