Sojourned.

all I knew was the crash of the wa-aa-aves in the interior of the coast

the coast being of course

       that which is mine

              and that which is yours

                     and we earnestly cried out for that which is ours and i hope to god (oh god oh god) that i am still and can still make some semblance of sound in that scary ceaseless stillness

but i wonder of course if much will amount to anything

do you remember the first time you were called annoying?
how your breath stopped short in your chest
the way the light drained from your eyes, though you knew your cheeks were ablaze
the way your throat tightened as you tried to form an argument that got lost on your tongue.
your eyes never left the floor that day.
you were 13.

you’re 20 now, and i still see the light fade from your eyes when you talk about your interests for “too long,”
apologies littering every other sentence,
words trailing off a cliff you haven’t jumped from in 7 years.
i could listen to you forever, though i know speaking for more than 3 uninterrupted minutes makes you anxious.
all i want you to know is that you deserve to be heard
for 3 minutes
for 10 minutes
for 2 hours
forever.

there will be people who cannot handle your grace, your beauty, your wisdom, your heart;
mostly because they can’t handle their own.

but you will never be
and have never been
“too much.”

—   - tyler ford (via imdayan)

(via imdayan)