I smell like ocean and summertime lotion and all of the waves of lime that come onto shore and salt my wounds and sparkle in the sun. I memorized every constellation of pores on your skin and felt every fold of you and tasted the air from your lungs, expelled in ecstasy or sleep. I studied every facet of you through prisms of reflected light, I saw your colors reflected in the leaves and candle flames. I thought I caught a glimpse of you again, but I woke up again, and I just can’t quite remember. You’re in periphery, you’re on the very tip of everything, around the corner of every thought- waiting there for me, to look me in the eyes before I blink. 

I don't want to sound the alarm on my loneliness.
It feels risky like announcing hunger when what
    I really want is my favorite food.
If you're hungry they want you grateful for anything.
But cravings are so specific.
The chance of a kind stranger offering
    the ache of your heart to you
    on a platter.

I am on a different planet.
The plants here are strange and none taste like home.

They say I can never go back.
Even if I went to that space
    time has stripped away the familiar.
I have been under sleep.
I have been buried.

There is so little space here.
I am not small, and I don't know who could fit next to me.

I don't want to sound the alarm.
I want to be a secret.
I want to whisper coded words into clouds.
I want to pray and be heard.

You tell me that you love your solitude. Everything that you say sounds like it came out of my own brain. It doesn’t make sense to me that we are strangers, and yet it makes perfect sense, because I don’t think you can feel this way about anyone who is real. 

When you talk about standing in your room daring the forces of evil to take you on, I know that you were having the same conversation when I said that I was willing to get dragged through the mud. 

Somehow I know that these moments are connected. I know that they happened at the same time on the same day. I know that we are connected by a string through time and space and that on that day, we were on different sides of a black hole. 

And we are staring at each other through the wormhole. The tunnel that distorts the world. 

And this must be how everyone feels, right? Over a million other people must feel this way. Is it just the human experience? Are we all connected in this way? It’s different for me, right?

Uninterrupted

The first thing I see— 
    really deep longing. 
Connection and depth is specifically desiring,
Speaks to wanting on the surface— You
    go down the depths. 

Feeling this longing,
    and a loneliness,
    an isolation,
        wanting—
            wanting reason.
It's not stuck
    in a period of time, this
    hurt you.
Alone... for a little bit...
    to reconnect yourself. 

The longing of understanding,
    and of giving.
To yourself and time.
That longing, it's anchoring. 
Seeing all 
    radically 
        stepping in—
It's like you disappear.
This self,
and then the new self.

Focus.
This is how you think when alone.
This tendency to care because nobody's looking.
Step in.
You feel like painting your hair— delicious.
That's a hot girl, silly. 
Individually, silly, but— joyful.
Like delighting in the experience of what I feel.

This sense of finding could be quality, quite literally. 
Encourage this period. 
Write songs, or anything like that— you're singing.
You're putting on little concerts,
    you're singing: sing, sing, sing...
Clearing a breakthrough,
Space for you.
Your voice, and amplifying.

The longing—
Sometimes we're seeking.
What we're actually seeking— looking for God
    through you. 
Find it inside of you.
Find it— that energy.
If you leave— access it.
Reflected in part of this.
That longing,
    emptiness,
    an urge—
    connection. Divine expression.

Coming through, I would know if going back,
    or look into the deeper connection.
Tapping into and inviting—
    connect. Through music.

Powerful manifestation.
Deep imprint. 
Into any— 
    form to a song,
    a splash.
Send out this call— truthful.
If sometimes you're wanting experience,
You'll find you can use them— tools. 

Stepping into yourself
To shift this season— you. 

Next: the body you reclaim.
Reclaim your identity—
    pleasure, and depth 
    that way. 
Feeling maybe new.
Going to come for
    you to be in that space.
I think it's important that you're protected.
Not people in that way.
The purity—
It's you— uninterrupted.
It's what happens when I.

Challenge: letting yourself be seen.
Intimately— just to pause there.
Open.
Voice and sense of self, and— 
Open up.
Deeper.
There comes to sense
    what's gonna make you strong.
Digging in—
    deeper.
    More intimate.

You are singing.
You are healing.
I think
    people connect.
You're getting braver.
If you feel... do it. 
Powerful— it comes.
You will be able to
    release yourself— don't hesitate.
Offer that
    gift.

I hope that helps.

I am both too much and not enough. At the same time, I am overwhelming and disappointing. I am the most loved when I am quiet. I am the most loved when I am not even there.