Go out into the world:
Go! Yes, you — though you are fearful and fragile and small.
Go broken-winged and bent-boned and beauty-starved… Lovesick. Stardrunk. Skydizzy.
Or go sharp-eyed and sober, if that’s how it is — the hunger for the light a clenched fist in your stomach. A hand, opening slowly in your chest like a flower.
If you are frightened, use it.
If you are desperate, use it.
Let the jitter and snap of your fear drive you scrambling up the cliff. Grasp the sudden handle of the crescent moon, and haul and kick your way to the top.
Go! Go by sea or land or air, or in the unfettered flight of your dreams. Go alone, if you must. Drag us with you, if you can.
Just go. And keep on going…
Yes, you. ❤