I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. 
You were meant to read these words.
But what keeps me warm is the idea that when we are born, we are taken apart from the universe, and when we die, we return to it. And I believe I know what that feels like, where you’ve come from and where you will go. It feels like the space between the hug you give someone you love, whether that’s a parent or a child, or sibling or a friend. I think that feeling we feel when we do that, is the…
There is no story but your own, and the meaning you find in writing it each day.
I looked up from what I was doing and saw you in the park, and asked you who you were waiting for and you turned and as you turned we found ourselves at our wedding and I turned to you to say, "Wait, what-" and you turned to me and we were in a house with pictures of us on the walls and I turned to you and you said "Who are you?" and I said "Who am I? Who are you and what's going on-" and you…
If you’re alone, I am alone with you. If you’re scared, I am scared with you. If you need hope, I hope with you. And I am everyone. And you are everyone. And we are all everyone we can be, in the moments we are given, in this time that we are tested.
You took my tongue, and so I wrote about love.
There’s room in a starlit hotel for the people you miss tonight. (I didn’t want to be good, I just wanted to be here.) So you touch the star that only you can touch and cause the fuss that only you can cause. (I am making things that don’t need to be made, to be sold to people that don’t need to be sold anything, anymore.) And If you hold me I swear, I won’t shake too bad, I’ll try and be a little…
Some empty part of me heard you knocking from the other side of the universe, and I answered.
You are looking for the quiet, late at night in secret small places that only you can call your own. You are looking for the place that only belongs to you, after everyone else has gone to sleep, as you fight the nightly battle between getting enough sleep, and getting enough time. You are looking for yourself and I want you to know, it doesn’t matter if you find you. It only matters that you…
It’s ok to not what to do what you always do. It’s ok to want to be anyone else but you. It’s ok to forget why you started in the first place. It’s ok to not obey the rules you’ve made for yourself. It’s ok to feel like a failure for not obeying those rules. It’s ok to forget that how you feel is not how the rest of the world feels. It’s ok to walk around and squint in bright light. It’s ok to hit…
You have this fantasy that by giving up, you will succeed. That just as you finally give up, everything will somehow work itself out, that people will respond to some kind of humanness in your act of giving up. But that’s not what’s going to happen. You're just going to give up, not as a performative act, not as a way to showcase your humanity, just because you simply cannot be the character…
This is love: To let someone else hold your hand in the dark and guide you out of yourself and to be willing to let that happen again, and again, and again.
I was honoured to write this poem to announce the discovery of The Okavango Blue, the largest and rarest blue diamond, ever discovered.
If you do not make time for yourself every single day, literally give yourself time to do nothing, your body will take all the time you owe it, all at once. And you will sit there, on the side of your bed, and you will cry and say under your breath between sobs, “What is wrong with me?” But you are not weak and there is nothing wrong with you. You have just forgotten to give yourself time.
Some of us fight wars you will never see against enemies you will never know and if we win, we are not given medals. We are given the chance to fight tomorrow.
There is a light that shines where no light shines. There is still love where there is no love. There is a loudness, if you listen. If you look, you will find, a heart that can play every sound.
I no longer fight my pain or my frustration or my anger. I sit with it. I put my arm around it. And I say, “There you are old friend. What do you need to tell me today?” And I let it cry on my shoulder. And I let it be. And I don’t hold who it is, against it.
Love the unlovable. Climb the unclimbable. Defeat the undefeatable. Break the unbreakable. Become the you they said you could never be. Every single day, wake up and find the thing that cannot be done, and do it.
You are alone now and the curtains are drawn and the sun is shining outside and you will not see it for days. You are alone now and trying to be stronger than you have any right to be. You are alone now and waiting for the moment when even though you are alone, you do not feel it as much. You are alone now and looking for a way through the grass and the reeds and the ghosts and the sound of the…
You are worth fighting for, and if you must fight for yourself and what makes you, you - then fight. Fight with everything you have.
There you are, washing dishes at the party, like you live there, trying to act like you belong somewhere you don’t. There you are, taking your phone out, looking at an empty screen, just so you don’t have to look at anyone else. There you are, holding your breath until your face turns blue for no other reason than to show you can. There you are, alone, and yet bigger than the sea.
Do the difficult thing. Not the easy thing. The easy thing will let you live but the difficult thing will kill you, unless you kill it first. Find where the difficult thing hides, in its difficult cave, in the difficult dark. Then take your knife, and stab it, in its stupid, difficult heart.* Now paint your face in difficult blood. Walk out into the light after the long, difficult night, and show…
Did you think I would hurt forever? This is what survival looks like.
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Life is a kind of magic trick the body does and once it’s over, you’re left with a hat with a hole in it and a white dove that’s flown away. And it makes you want to say, “That’s it? That’s all we are?" But you need to remember: That's not us. We're the dove, flying home.