❝dear one, who

drinks in the night sky

like a venom from prison

and is lost and held back

by the shackles of it's own mind.❞

dear you,

it is the art that you make that tells me how sorrow is leaking through the pot-holes of your heart; it is always the art that gives you away. and i was thinking to myself, how does someone so wonderful not know about their own magic and enchantment?

that is when i had decided to write to you. all of you. to the way you smile, down to the way you breathe. this is a letter to you and your being.

you call yourself out for every little thing, like the crook of your lips, the size of your hips, the curve of your face, the spots on your hand, the lines on your forehead, the rough tips of your hair, the shape of your waist— most of these things feel like flaws to you, as if a ship-wrecked wanting to sail but let me be the one to tell you, if not for these things that you think are your misfits, what will make you so beautifully different and so marvellously you?

i have seen that you hurt yourself multiple times and then go tell your friends that they were looking so pretty that day. i have seen you breaking inside yet trying to console someone else. i have seen the tears make a pattern of heartbreak all over your face but you hide it so well behind a smile, a facade for the ones you love, so that they don't find you crying.

i see you brutally breaking your own bones and then weaving the seams of a little girl's dress; you think your voice is the darker rumbling of the rain but you still hold that softeness in the midst of all your hurt and pain.

your art is not just what you create, it is also embedded in all the little things you do- the music you listen to, the colours you choose to paint with, the pictures you save and the pictures you delete, the food you eat, the things you say, the friends you have and the friends that didn't stay— all of it has an essence of you. and your art is a glimpse of that essence.

dear you, i need you to know that you are worth a thousand stars that glimmer in the night sky & you are worth the millions of hardships you go through every day, & you are worth the moon’s attention, & you are worth every bit of the life you want to live so desperately.

you are worth it all.

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