Science tells us that
the entire world gravitates
that every atom
holding our fragile lives together
is falling apart.
Those 2 A.M. nights
when the salt water
in your lungs burned
and you couldn’t see a way out-
The boy who stabbed you with smiles-
Your brave sister,
your hopeless father,
your beautiful mother-
falling apart.So, what’s the point, kid?
If we’re all marching toward an impending doom,
what’s the fucking point?
Science doesn’t tell us what to do
before the chaos we’re all hurtling toward.
And kid, that’s because science is full of shit.
Science only tells us the outcome,
not the desperately important in-between bits-
the ugly and terrible and painful,
the magnificent and lovely and magical
bits that sew up a life.So, kid, you’ve got to live,
and not just that stoic existence you’ve
been stomping trough all this time.
You’ve got to be kind,
you’ve got to fall in love,
fall out of love,
no matter how much it hurts
because my god,
it’s worth it.
Don’t let the world turn you to stone;
you’ve got to feel.
your heart will threaten
to march right out of your chest
because you’re so fucking full of it all-
of the people,
the endless days,
the eternal nights-
and kid, that’s fine.
Courage isn’t measured by the
number of people you’ve turned away
or by the counts of the nights you’ve
spent alone because you refuse to
give someone the chance to love you.
Being alone is not poetic;
you’ve got to let them in.
Let them peel back your skin
and waltz into your bloodstream
and love them,
And finally, kid,
your life has already begun.
Chaos is already underway.
… I wish, I wish, You guys could have read this…
|—||Emily Palermo, A Lesson in Entropy|