There’s something about the tears of a loved one. They’re heavier than any of the tears I’ve ever cried. I can write forever explaining how much I love you. Your tears, hopeless and heavy, are still the brightest thing I’ve ever seen. One day, I hope you’ll see yourself the way I see you.

This is for the people who feel guilty for resting. The people who feel like they can only stay afloat in this storm of life if they are in a constant state of productivity.

This piece is heavy. It holds a multitude of meanings. For now, I shall leave you with two things: presence and time. Be there for those you love. Hold their hand and listen to them. Remind them their pain is not a burden to you. Remind them you love them for who they are and not what they can do for you. As for time, I want you to remind yourself you’re exactly where you're meant to be. You are ever-growing and infinite, your time is not running out. Time may be of the essence, but you are essence at its core.