How to Grow Tall.

You get to a point in your life where you realise you are a singular entity: a being of your own design. To be single and still without pining for a future former lover. Forget you! You’re not my salvation. Open up the folds of skin around your eyes and there’s an entire path laid out before you, some bright world that was always there. The colours seeped at the folds of your graduation gown some three and a half years ago. Where’d you go, girly girl? You were bubbly, caustic, brash, random, and an organized hurricane when you wanted to be.

This time it is different. I am different.

I’m comfortable in my own shadows which swelled quietly into bloom, I know that an iron will necessitates the softness of touch. There are always at least two ways of doing things; it’s a conscious choice. Language is kin, not foe. Numbers and the art of reading them is power. Love is a function, not a gift nor a feeling, so love thy neighbour. Make your own tribe. Ask a stranger. Know your priorities. Be kind, be honest, be present, be critical: things that we lack in this world. Don’t think (about some things). Think (about everything else).

Oh, grow up.