A letter to everyone

To every person reading this

From the depths of your soul,

To the peak of your heart,

You are breathtaking.

You are bravely unique.

So live your life with that passionate fire in your eyes.

So that you can engulf the world in your remarkable love.

Show your genuine heart.

Open up to people

Like a blooming flower.

Although your brokenness may be to much to bare,

You have yet to be abandoned.

To the girl sobbing in the corner.

You dont have to stay.

You’re not trapped.

You’re not alone.

Your happiness is not depended on other peoples actions,

And you don’t have to wait on the love of others.

There is no better time to learn how to love yourself,

Then when you’re the only one who knows how to love.

You do not have to earn it.

You do not have an obligation to love.

It is your choice,

But make the right one.

To love yourself, even when nobody else does.

Because at the end of the day,

It is still gonna just be you.

So love the girl you are gonna be stuck with for the rest of it.

To the boy pretending to be something you are not.

You are not a fool.

And you do not have to act like one.

Your mastery of acting is not a mystery.

It is not a competition to strive to get the most attention.

You may feel unnoticed,

But the most unnoticed people are the most noticed.

To everyone with someone in your head.

You are not alone.

You have a struggle.

You lost how to love.

Trying to fit in a mold.

Strayed away from who you said you were,

But maybe who you said you were is no longer you.

You do not have to yearn for the love that is already inside you.

The love you are searching for, is you, in your heart.

Not in the lover who invaded your mind,

Or the friend who made you feel lesser,

Because of a transgressor.

Just because your heart is so much more radiant.

So in the end,

Learn that your love is all that matters.

The love for yourself,

And the love of your mind.

Let your passions engulf this world like the floods of tsunamis.

Because in the end when the storms pass,

And the flood waters dry.

The soil of expression is watered,

and it leads to the blooms of adoration

For the world that you live in.