I sit in confusion,
because I don’t know how to bridge the gap between “now” and “when.”
I’ve always liked “now,”
‘Cause I’m not so good at waiting
for flowers to arrive at my doorstep.
I would be lying if I said that sometimes,
I don’t dream about skipping time,
‘Cause my twisted mind wants you all grown up,
but my twisted heart keeps loving on you anyway.
I want to spend a day with the sea
like a shell on the coastline,
letting the ocean serenade me.
While you are happening to life,
life is happening to you.
It’s really just a battle of give and take,
but you don’t get to pick the game,
you just play.
The canvas of a body is made up of a thousand threads.
I like the weaving of the back,
the way every muscle and bone is tied together.
It is strong
But most of all,
I’m grateful that with it,
I can stand on my head.
Because I like to look at the universe upside down.
I like to defy gravity.
I love the scars on my body.
They remind me of how much I’ve grown.
I used to stare at them and wish them away.
I just look at them and think,
“Magnifique mon chéri.”
I love the feeling of wellness
that comes after being sick.
It’s the kind of ‘feel good’ that reminds you of how blessed you are
to have a body that can break itself down and then rebuild itself all over again.
It reminds you that wellness is a privelage
that not everybody gets.
So don’t take advantage of your beautiful body.
After all, it’s fought dragons for you.
I never used to understand the point of giving flowers.
But now, I get it,
how amazing it is that earth created something so magnificent.
And how could you not marvel at that?
You may call it cliche,
but you can also look at it like this.
You’re being given a beautiful piece of nature
that came from the same body of life that you did.
And isn’t that enough of a reason to make you appreciate the gift of a flower?
Even if you give them to yourself, darling,
that’s perfectly ok.
I buy myself flowers all the time.