I hope this finds you well
You are magic! Secrets of centuries in hushed whispers reside upon your lips and even though your hands shake they carry infinities between them. Let me tell you they are afraid of the calamity you can create. Scared of how your lips spit tsunamis and earthquakes and how your soul is every bit as fierce as the cosmos; the cosmos which you’ve spent eons traversing. You’ve seen every color and you are blue like sorrow and blue like the kings of old who used you to adorn themselves and red like your lips
and pink like your tongue. You have a delicate power about you in a way that you are kind to people you don’t even know and that they breathe you in like air. So when you fall (and you will fall) know that you are every bit as essential as the sun and as beautiful as the starlight that flows through your veins so don’t spill it for those unworthy.