see you.

Life is the combination of heavy and light. I do think they tend to carry more weight the older you get — the more time you use up, here. You’ve ventured through dangerous and murky territory to get where you are now. You are banged up a bit. (some of you, more than you’ve ever deserved.)

But, you’re still here.

And I see you.

It is surprising and heartbreaking and I find myself cutting through it. Kind of like using scissors to slice cleanly through wrapping paper, or having to open and close them to make it work. (My mom is great at the first one, I am not. But maybe I’ve just always had shitty scissors.)

I’m at a loss a lot these days. Which I’m sure says something about my mental health. I’m not afraid of it. I’ve just got a lot going on in my head. My heart is everywhere and I see a lot of broken things. I see a lot of you. (I’m not afraid of you, either.)

My friends are dealing with the sickness of their own humans. They watch, as the people that took care of and even live along them, slowly lose things.

I find myself thinking about it a lot. All the broken stuff. My own tired heart feels so thirsty for goodness, for beauty.

I am attached to you (even from far away),

and I see you.

I see you waiting in line for food sometimes. I see you shopping for tomatoes with your sweet babies and partners and tossing toys with your puppies. I love that something and someone has your heart. (You have theirs, too.)

I see myself, as well. And I know I’ve let a lot of things go to get to this place.

I feel them at the top of my stomach, like knots! — ready to unravel and come out in the form of something I hope carries into the light that will surprise you. Or maybe just make you smile.

Oh, your smile is heaven, too. And hugs. You know, the things that make us feel loved and love in return.

In the quiet and the dark of my mind, I mourn for innocence lost. I wish there was more I could have saved. Not for me but for someone else. There is still plenty to gain, but Lord, have you given me some kind of heart to manage.

I write all of this with the knowledge that life is ultimately good. There is hope and things can change pretty quickly. It also goes faster than I thought. Scary fast. I also know there are people that are born into war and famine and injustice. I carry them, too.

So, I work to keep myself upright and with breath that carries a good word that you should know,

(you are worth the good stuff,
keep going,
and I’ll keep going too.)

 

 

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