Sometimes, you are too big for the world. You are full, too full, full to the eyes.
Then why do I feel so empty?
Sometimes, you are too big for yourself, too.
I don’t know what to do.
Pick up your tears and your knees and make a mosaic out of your pieces.
Again and again and again.
Keep one hand in a fist, but leave the other open
to the birds,
to the sky,
to someone you haven’t met.
Give and give and give,
but don’t be afraid to take.
You are the first, the only, the priority.
You are yours.
And always carry a needle and thread,
so when you break hearts, you can stitch them up as best you can.
I don’t want to break hearts, Mama.
Believe me, my darling, I know.
But don’t give up.
Sing with the car windows down and