Reminder:
You, too, have and will feel this way before and again. Not every minute or every day or every month but.
Sometimes.
Sometimes you’ll want love that is so powerful, so overwhelming, that it can change the course of history. You’ll want love that will makes you feel like the poems and the songs and the movies, like every white and red blood cell is igniting at once and you’re dying and you don’t care because you’ve never been so solid, so real, so earthly, so profane.
You want to feel human, truly, horrifically, embarrassingly human in a way you never have. You want to defy fate and whatever god anyone might believe in because You are part of something more than me.
You want to be holy, you want to be miraculous, you want to be ecstasy made flesh. Even if just for a moment. Just a moment in which you know that magic exists.
You want passion.
You’ll want excitement, and adventure, and you won’t want to catch your breath. You won’t want to survive this world, you’ll want to wreak havoc across it and this feeling in your chest, this tightness like a scream is waiting between your heartbeats, like there’s something in you that could go supernova, and you don’t know if you’ll survive it, but you want it anyway.
You’ll want to run.
You’ll want to turn collateral damage into organized chaos.
You’ll want to yell and kiss and bruise and God you’ll want to live.





