“Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.”
Get scared. It will do you good. Smoke a bit, stare blankly at some ceilings, beat your head against some walls, refuse to see some people, paint and write. Get scared some more. Allow your little mind to do nothing but function. Stay inside, go out - I don’t care what you’ll do; but stay scared as hell. You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.
Sonate que composa Ludwig van Beethoven en rencontrant, un soir, une jeune fille aveugle qui aurait tant aimé voir le clair de lune. Rude éveil pour un artiste à moitié sourd qui sombrait dans la dépression. Elle qui ne pouvait voir, lui qui ne pouvait entendre, il lui offrit la lune.