i want my legs back. i want them to stop running towards what was lost to the other side of the river. towards the ones who didn’t want to dance at my party and didn’t want my art or my shaking feet. they all told to me that there’s no room for anyone’s dreams here, anymore. you’re swallowing glass while thinking about it, and i don’t know what did it to you, kid, but something must have broken your heart. i hope you still learn to love with what’s left of it. you’re going to meet names that burn your throat and you’re going to forget your own more often than you don’t. here’s to all the pain of existence. here’s to all the miracle of it. here’s to every battle inside of you. here’s to all the peace.