Go find a pen that only writes good things about you, go find the paper that hears it, go find the person who loves you for who you are and wouldn’t change a single hair on your body, go find the God of good deeds in the tips of a flower’s petals, go find the God of good conversation at the edge of a tea mug, go find yourself in the strange place where all things live, go find a way to be like dust in light, suspended above the carpet, go find a new way to be that doesn’t make you feel like you’re trying to be anything at all.
