Swim with the current and float away
I want you to tell me about every person you've ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn't think you'd live through. Tell me what the word 'home' means to you and tell me in a way that I'll know your mother's name just by the way you describe your bedroom when you were a child. I want to know the first time you felt the weight of hate and if that day still trembles beneath your bones. Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain or bounce in the bellies of snow? And, if you were to build a snowman, would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms? Or, would you leave the snowman armless for the sake of being harmless to the tree? And if you would, would you notice how that tree weeps for you because your snowman has no arms to hug you every time you kiss him on the cheek? Do you kiss your friends on the cheek? Do you sleep beside them when they're sad? Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just timid of a fragile heart trying to beat away it's pain? I want to know what you think of your first name and if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mother's joy when she spoke it for the very first time. I want you to tell me all the ways you've been unkind. Tell me all the ways you've been cruel. I want to know more than what you do for a living. I want to know how much of your life you have spent giving, and if you love yourself enough to receive. I want to know if you bleed sometimes, through other people's wounds.
Posted by Kelly at 10:47 AM