Dear friend,
Did you know, when you are sending out words into the air everyone else breathes, your shadow is making just as much of a point as you are; when you raise your hand, the sun falls behind you and you are reflected in everything that is looking back at you - whiteboards, people, eyes, that sort of thing. When your charcoal silhouettes under darkened evening skies set smiles free, and relief sinks in, and there are bits of you given over and taken in, I am grateful for you.
You as you are, and you as you will be. And we, when we come together and become voices. This is for when the strength of our words and the contours of our voices come to life, and are just as alive as we are. This is for you leaving an imprint of your soul on somebody else's; this is for you being you.
I caught sunlight in my hands, and sunshine in my eye; I caught winter in my limbs and everything in me trembled when I was first making my way towards you. But there's nothing much to be afraid of. Not now, when I know there are times when you can feel complete in your skin and when you are at the spotlight in some corner of the city, and you are being heard. That is how I know that all our times will come.
I hope you always give home to somebody's words; you are wonderful for giving home to mine.
Love,
A friend.
Did you know, when you are sending out words into the air everyone else breathes, your shadow is making just as much of a point as you are; when you raise your hand, the sun falls behind you and you are reflected in everything that is looking back at you - whiteboards, people, eyes, that sort of thing. When your charcoal silhouettes under darkened evening skies set smiles free, and relief sinks in, and there are bits of you given over and taken in, I am grateful for you.
You as you are, and you as you will be. And we, when we come together and become voices. This is for when the strength of our words and the contours of our voices come to life, and are just as alive as we are. This is for you leaving an imprint of your soul on somebody else's; this is for you being you.
I caught sunlight in my hands, and sunshine in my eye; I caught winter in my limbs and everything in me trembled when I was first making my way towards you. But there's nothing much to be afraid of. Not now, when I know there are times when you can feel complete in your skin and when you are at the spotlight in some corner of the city, and you are being heard. That is how I know that all our times will come.
I hope you always give home to somebody's words; you are wonderful for giving home to mine.
Love,
A friend.
