Shout Out To All The Kids Who Aren't Good At What They're Passionate About, And Who Aren't Passionate

Shout out to all the kids who aren't good at what they're passionate about, and who aren't passionate about what they're good at.

We cry at goodbyes because deep down we know, the person who comes back won't be the same person who left.

Don't judge people for the choices they make when you don't know the options they had to choose from.

Welcome

Welcome to society, we hope you enjoy your stay, and please feel free to be yourself, as long as it's in the right way. Make sure to love your body, but not too much or we'll have to tear you down. We'll bully you for smiling, then wonder why you frown. We'll tell you that you're worthless, that you shouldn't make a sound, and then cry with all the others while you're buried in the ground. You can fall in love with anyone, as long as it's who we choose, and we'll let you have your opinions, but please shape them to our views. Welcome to society, we promise that we won't deceive, and one more rule now that you're here, there's no way you can leave. ~e.h.

How can you say you know me when you've only seen my skin and not the untamed world I hide, the one that's growing deep within. You haven't heard my ribs all creak, behind each plaited vine. Or swum beneath the waterfall that cascades from my eyes, you've not been here long enough to watch a new life start, or find the rundown castle, lying just inside my heart. You haven't climbed the branches that are wrapped around each lung, swaying with the breeze, that comes dancing past my tongue. Don't mark me with your footprints if you plan to leave soon, and only get to know me when my plants are in bloom. Because the birdsong might be pretty but it's not for you they sing, and if you think my winter is cold then you don't deserve my spring.~e.h.

quia natus est stella in nebula est collapse