kindness – The Stardust Elephant

Dear papa

Thank you for buying me that box of color pencils.
Thank you for buying me that story book.
Thank you for that new pink top.
Thank you for letting me wear your perfume and shirts.
Thank you for that new phone.
Thank you for everything you bought for me.

But. Also.
Thank you for all those things I’ve never said said thank you for.
Thank you for teaching me to wish the best even for people that broke Me.
But, also for teaching me to not go back.
Thank you for teaching me to love so sincerely and purely.
But, also for teaching me to never ask for it, only give.

Thank you for teaching me to do so much good.
Thank you for teaching me that you can never stop learning.
Thank you for making me like you, my super hero.
Thank you for teaching me to wish the best even for the people that ruin you.
Thank you for teaching me that love is the only way.
Thank you for teaching me to never hate.
Thank you for teaching me that super heroes are flawed too, nothing is perfect.
Thank you for teaching me to be our super hero, when you couldn’t.
Thank you for being so brutally honest.
Thank you for letting me see you be so kind, and learn from it. Learn that kindness could break and build castles.
Thank you for teaching me to be so down to earth.
Thank you for teaching me that respecting other people never goes out of fashion.
Thank you for letting me know that no emotions are invalid.
Thank you for making me the person I am today.

You have been my strength and weakness.
And will continue to be.

Thank you, mostly for loving me so much, that my bones can feel it and my soul feels the calm around you.

Yours,
Emo Child.

#HappyFathersDay

YOU.

Show the world your insides.
Stop being afraid of it.
They may judge you.
But
At the the end of the day, they are you.
And you are them.

Don’t be afraid.
For most of us feel the unknown things you do
We’re all familiar with the feeling in your gut and hearts where you want to be something or someone but you don’t want to be them at the same time.
We’ve all broken down at 3 am and cried are hearts out to someone or to yourself cause that’s why you probably broke down, Cause there was no one to go to.
We all want to run from the things we love Cause we love them to much and give away too much.
We’re all a little selfish and don’t always want to be kind.
We hate people for no reasons.
We do things we shouldn’t have.
We make bad decisions.
We feel extremely sad and happy at the same time.
We all want to feel things that we can’t even place our fingers on.
There are myriad reasons we think the things we think and do the things we don’t think through.
All of us want a glorious ending like in the movies.
Nobody wants to be uncertain.
Nobody likes being left out or ignored or made to feel like a poor pet whose whole life revolves around you and you don’t give a shit, but sometimes we’re all treated badly.
We all have a weird choice in music.
We all feel insecure, hopeless, clueless at times.
We all don’t want to do something but do them anyway for the society.
We all have bad days.
We’ve all been through the phase of an identity crisis.
It’s a part of who we are.
And it’s okay.

Not everyone will Care
but what they’ll know is
who and what you really are.

And then
The bull that sat right on your chest
And refused to move
Making difficult for you to even breathe
When a piece of you got exposed
It pooped on it.
Made a pile of shit
Made it stink
Now
That bull
Will walk away forever
And you’ll be able to breathe as much as you want
Without worrying about the shit.

Cause you’ll be you
In whatever this world is
And maybe if we all show who we are
Then the world won’t be such a cruel place.
Maybe then, everyone will really care.