you told me you don’t know what healing looks like.
it looks like breathing in the space between letters. waking up surrounded by the smell of hospital. falling asleep with the sound of rain brushing the windows. dreaming with the power of comets crashing. guitar chords shivering. fingertips that make your heart tremble. walking into a foreign city, nobody knowing your name. bones coming together. wounds stitched. spreading your wings and feeling the air shifting, warm and conforting.
learning to never stop reaching the stars. you’re braided from moonlight and your mind shines like a constellation. you were born dragon. you alone set the darkness of the sky ablaze.
healing looks like living and having a story to tell. and i don’t know anyone who doesn’t have a story worth telling.