She believed she could see stardust in a full-moon’s night. She believed that her eyes were made of sparkles and glitter and that the galaxy lies within them.
Sometimes life is a mess.
It breaks you in places that take an eternity to heal
and it makes you suffocate in pain.
Nontheless, life is a precious gift.
Just look at it in all it’s glory, look at the mesmerizing sky – endless;
and listen to the waves of the sea.
Sometimes we forget.
We forget the cold morning breeze, and the first sip of coffee.
We forget the children laughing and the birds humming.
We forget that there is more to remember than pain.
Just look at it. Look at the beautiful human beings sitting across you.
Look at their smile that light up this world.
Look at the moon and how it shines upon endless sleeping children.
Remember that you were one of them. A child that once slept under the moonlight
and everything was alright if mother was right besides you.
Tell me when was the last time you called your mother?
When was the last time you heared her cracking voice
and you saw her honest eyes?
When was the last time you talked to a stranger?
Tell me, when was the last time you let yourself be vulnerable –
unafraid to be broken again?
Why do you keep protecting what is not in your hands?
Live. Dance across the endless fields of flowers
and forget that there is pain within your fragile heart.
There will always be pain.
You see; life’s a mess sometimes.
But so are we.
Sometimes you need to live.