A Letter to a Grey Lover
Dear Love,
Not at all. Not at all. You told me yesterday, after a long day of school and work, that you felt lonely, pathetic, like everything about you and your accomplishments were nothing but a fuck up.
Not at all.
You work and have been working so hard. I will not let the world make you feel like trash. But if it does, then let me be the one to hold onto the things that you do that are so bright and wonderful. You've been working so much, and if mistakes mean you're a fuck up then just about everyone else is a fuck up, because no one has gotten away with living without fucking up at least once. You have been working this entire year, and you weren't just fighting this twisted public high school system, you were also, and still are, fighting yourself. I donât care that all your superiors will only ever be good at pointing out your flaws. Whether administrative or not, they are people. And if I know anything about people, they are inherently wrong.
How could they be right? How could they possibly be right for believing in their system, in their work, the work that twists kids around like Play Doh, molding them with little plastic caskets to later be stored into formal categories, then tell us that theyâre helping? People like you who stand in grey areas, who cannot be counted as one or two or one-half of a whole because a whole is too vague. People like you suffer, because you took to heart the lessons that made you as you are, uniqueness. You are special, because you were told that. And now the world is threatened, because you believed that.
I swear to God, to any god out there, that if you are a fuck up, then what is everyone else? Disease? Rotten shit or arsenic in water that we drink ingest and become?
Youâre a mess, sure, but youâre not a fuck up, a failure, or anything equitable to unsalvageable and or worthless.
Itâs not true and it will never be true. Never ever will it be true.
And you are your own world.
And itâs wonderful.
Itâs wonderful and, God, is it difficult to see people say your world is flat, like when people thought this Earth was flat.
Youâre a world in this vast, vast universe.
Never forget that.
Love.