All the time that you spent writing down new songs and learning guitar chords, all the time that you put in perfecting your craft and discovering new talents and all the time that you gave away to people deserving or not of your love, I hope all that times comes back to you filled with abundance and peace.
All the burdens that you share and those you can not, all the types of needles that have pierced through your skin and brought you pain, all the moments of immense heartbreak and the ache it brings along, I hope all of this comes back to you, turned into the most serene memories.
All the days that you spent on the road, all the gut wrenching realisations and their after effects that your heart had to experience, all the hatred that scared you as a child, I hope it all transforms into intense joy and happiness and come right back to you.
You've been all sorts of everything. You've be a child, a girl, a teenager, a woman. And oh, you wonderful woman. You nurture and you weave stories into songs that purify a sinner's soul. Your words, like a gentle warning of nature. Like the warm cradle of a mother.
You've felt dirty mattresses, torn up seats of buses and itchy concrete floors.
You've cried yourself to sleep, you've cried in your palms, you've stared at your ceiling for hours on end and you've felt like a rag doll at times.
Charming, endearing girl. Concert halls, blushes, hospital beds, dining tables and haunted castles. You've seen so much. You've been a brilliant architect of the home you've built. The life that you grow. The love that you share.
Your hands have held so much. You've never broken a single thing. The softness that your are, you endearing, brilliant girl.
The horrors that you carry within you, every single day. The grief that you borrow from the future. The worry that you feel when you look at the flower you've been tending to. The expectations and disappointments.
The simple pleasure of holding a pen. The warmth of their arms. The echos of their screams of appreciation. The stage light. The recording studio. The fireplace. The warmth. The love. The rush. This is your truth. This is you.
You are so loved. You are seen. You have been the moon. The sun. The stars. You've been an entire galaxy. You've become a supernova now. You're everything that you've ever been and you're shining oh so brightly. Your colours are so you. The ink on your skin, the blood in your veins, the words in your mind and the ever forgiving, ever loving nature of your heart. It is all you. So beautifully you.
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