To be confused is nothing to fear,
you are simply rotating, coasting, flying into free fall.
Pausing for the second when your wings disengage from your sides, get the breeze underneath their feathers like sails.
At that point you figure out how to stream with the difference in the breeze, figure out how to discover your beat in the wake of progress with each crinkle, each move, every breath.
Life won’t usually be this way, a wreck of shades of selections of choices, you’re too hesitant to even think about making.
Your body won’t generally feel like this, a collection of anxieties of thoughts of memories mixing together in the folds of your mind.
Rest your stressed head on my shoulder. Close your eyes and breathe deeply, in out.
Remember everything is ephemeral also, you won’t generally feel like this.
you are still learning that magnificence blooms in the most obscure of spots,
like the blossom whose roots grab the dirt deep underneath the ground,
indeed, you will rise like the stem, also, open your petals to the sky.
To be confused is nothing to fear, for everything that is lost is on the way to being found.
Besides, you, my dear, have wings.