Out of the day I have worn,
And the night I change into,
The sound of my thoughts unravel within me.
Over and over announcing a place in the family of things.
So I repeat this to you and to me.
Out of the day you have worn,
And the night you change into,
You do not have to sit in the trunk and repent on who you are.
You only have to let the softness of your body love what it loves.
Express yourself completely.
Because meanwhile, the world goes on.
The sun will set and rise again.
Meanwhile, the music will play,
And wild things will move in peace with no forethought or grief.
Whoever you are, no matter how you feel,
The world offers itself to your imagination.
Take note of the those with hands open for you,
Who make you feel excited and free.
But above all else,
You must soar, stumble and flourish as you learn to fall in love with your existence.
This day will not come again.
Jade Hayek ☿