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summer settled on our skin in layers and layers of dew, like a mo(u)rning descent of beads on a crystal throat. we wore our pearls against the thrumming in our chest, shards that were all that remained of the hummingbirds that thrived during the months of our youth; and we cupped the days with hands that trembled with anticipation of a long time ahead. it felt like a long time, back then. and we lived in the only ways we knew how, happy and wild and ignorant of the troubled times that would stick to our so(u)les in the near future; and we loved in consistency despite the oceans between us.ii.
i suppose there’s something in the way you meet a stranger that makes it so irreplaceable to any other kind of thing to feel from that moment on. you know that it’s possible to have known somebody for years and never truly know them; yet, at the same time, it is possible to know somebody for seconds and see them for all they’re worth, and this intertwining of two strange, familiar souls is a beautiful, rare, thing. if you’ve ever had the kind of fortune to experience this serendipity then i am happy for you, for you are one of the lucky ones.iii.
in the midst of this valley-bound hurricane we learned how to find little moments of peace to burst through all the static and chaos, and how to anchor ourselves to the things that matter most. i hope you have found what matters most to you. who matters most to you. i hope you are kind to them, and gentle, and that you do not let your temper or your pride get the better of you. you are much more than what they say you are and you can’t forget that inspiration goes both ways, too; and remember to show them that you love them while you can, for someday you will have a wide, wide stage and so many hands will be reaching up to but merely touch upon the enormity of your existence, but always, always remember the ones who were there from the beginning. i know you are eager to leave it all behind but they are the ones who built your wings for you, tied feather by feather with red strings and good-luck wishes and prayers, and they will and always be the ones who love you most.iv.
your name is a beautiful one. it suits you so very well. but in truth, it doesn’t matter what your name is- they are only letters. it is up to you to allow it life- it is up to you to shape the lips of the people you meet, have them remember the name tied to you fondly, gently, happily- it is up to you. and just so long as you remember how to live your name beautiful, your life would be lived very beautifully, indeed. remember this.v.
and maybe the distance is growing wider. our words are rattling in paper cups, but the telephone string between are cut with razors and tears- and we shout over a howling wind and an unfeeling hour to ears that no longer listen. lonely nights give way to lonely days of clockwork and dead rhythms. but our roots go too deep, and once you love someone you can’t ever stop, you know? and if you’re ever lost, someday somehow you will find yourself back to point zero and we will be there waiting for you. there are places waiting to be graced by your presence. there are people whose lives are waiting to be changed by you. there is happiness waiting for you to seek it out. but never forget where you were when you were eighteen and striving- don’t forget it. don’t forget where you came from. don’t forget us.
(via reenamia)
