Don’t Try.

It's not about the way that certain someone makes you feel.

It's not about that bully from the past.

It's not about the eyes...

Those eyes.

And it never was.

Why do you put in so much effort, child,

When you were always going to be here?

Always meant to exist?

Why do you torture yourself so much as if it is by your hand that humans are such convoluted complexities of kind and cruel, as if it's

By your hand that it's all burning down day by day?

Why the self-cruelty?

Dry your eyes.

There is no certainty to any of it for any of us.

Just a lot of dancing around, whether for fun or to pretend it is so and

I say we make it interesting when we can.

So let it go.

And fall away.

The world spins on whether we dance or not.

Don't make yourself a puppet for them.

Don't bind yourself to judgement and insults and shame and hatred.

Don't waste your days on the strings of faceless, heartless, soulless things who don't care for the you you know you are.

Give the dance a pause.

Drop the hammer, put down the briefcase

And pick up some scissors, stranger.

It's not over till it's over.

So while you're here,

Shred that twine entangling your bones to pieces bit by bit and

Spin about however you'd like.

Do a cartwheel.

Shift side to side.

Lay on the ground.

The world is yours.

It always was.

As long as you give up on proving yourself to them and

Don't try.