A new video from me to you
I live in a city whose walls are cemented with despair.
I see schoolkids with painted eyes, they’re defining the very things they hide behind.
They learn from the best. Mum cleans the windows and pulls the curtains. And repeats, and repeats, and repeats.
But you know, 20,000 planes take off every day. And you’re only ever a ticket away.
Time is ticking. You could be hit by a bus in an instant. But buses only kill 2 in a million people every year.
That’s a statistic. Call me optimistic, but I say you’ll survive.
When you’ve cried for so long that your tears form tributaries and complete a water cycle, you’ll survive.
When you know your heart is breaking because you can feel it aching, it’s not beating it’s drumming a funeral march-
Then you’ll realise surviving isn’t enough. Surviving is for dinosaurs and you know that you were made for more.
And I hope you find it. I hope you define it and stand beside it and say I TRIED this.
Don’t be afraid to try. Because for every broken dream there’s some once broken somebody carrying a Pritt stick, saying
let me fix this.
If your pockets are full of pills, or lipsticks, or parables, I say that’s great.
Mine are full of sellotape.
My life consists of jigsaw pieces and damnit, I’ll make them fit.