and if all else is to falter,
if the existence of our bodies
here at the same time
echo as an accidental rarity;
the mercy of life’s hands,
allowing the continuation of
our breathing—if all else is sorely
real only by our own minds, 
if we are just inconsequential 
people abiding by the rules we 
have conceived as laws to our
presence; then i hope to find
you in bravery, breaking open 
your prison with teeth, speaking 
in courage against what
haunts you. feel the weight of 
chance and let it drive you
through every door that has seemed 
a gamble or wager on what’s 
normal, we were never meant to just 
be normal anyways. wear your 
heart like it is the only thing
worth dressing in, bleed and cry 
and love and never apologize
to a cage that told you it wasn’t okay
to be human. because even
in your existential exhaustion, 
your disbeliefs of fate, you are 
still here, we are still here. our lungs
expanding together in the same
lifetime and if nothing else, 
our lives are a revelation i pray 
to never overlook.

- autumn citrine