I promise you I will learn from my mistakes

"Tears stream down your face
And I...
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you."

Let your tears run over me like ink-- I relish the staining, the blotting. We are pinwheels churning the breeze. When we are exhausted we will collapse to our knees and melt into piles of candle wax. Let's write down our stories-- people will want to read them one day. The pain will transform, like charcoal used to draw on cave walls, into beauty.