Every Word You Cannot Say

by Iain S. Thomas

Now listen: You are made of good things. You are capable of incredible things. You are a song the universe sings itself, in every color it can imagine. Some parts are sad. Some parts are happy. Every part of the song, is a part of you. Listen.

There are men and women throughout history who had far less than me, yet I know many of them must’ve been happier.

on the outside, no matter how much you think

(You are still everything you could be.)

Be in the middle of every good thing. Be in the middle of blue eyes, of green grass, of clear rain. Be in the middle of red fire, be the good voice that asks for peace and love.

A silent bell is ringing. Because every beautiful thing is only Here when you are.

You cannot fix me because I am not broken.