Being Soft

I think about how much we have lost by becoming hard. All in order to survive this world. I think about how much I have lost in order to become this person. Just to survive.

And there are days where all I feel is how much I hate it. I hate this. I don’t want this.

I want softness. I want to be soft. I want to leave this life so soft. I want to be held in kindness. I want to be touched kindly. I want to touch you kindly. I want to be gentle with you because you are delicate. You are precious. You are sacred. You are galaxy. And I want to hold you like you are my favorite flowers. You are my favorite flowers.

When they see us they see threat. Problem. Monster. Darkness. Evil. And they fear us. And they hate us. And they kill us.

I see a garden at night when I look at you. Which is to say I love you the way the hummingbird moth loves the marvel of Peru. Or how the Moon loves the Sun. Which is to say I would be incomplete without you. We are incomplete with you. Please stay. Stay here with us. Please stay alive. We need you. I need you.