Notes to my Teenage Self
don’t listen to them as if dirty fingernails measure your worth just sweep up your clippings and watch how your skin heals every single time you’re tough as mown grass although you never feel it it’s all skin their whimmerishness their soft petal velvet their quiet buzz pretending everyone wants their honey take away the camera and we’re all the same glitz deep and full of blood but don’t buy my shoes walking on the beach you’ll be in the surf-line footsteps washed away just like the nail clippings this whiteboard life is full of wisdom that nobody else sees if you keep erasing it you can keep secrets or just buy bigger boots age is like music growing around you harmonies or feral strains and you sit in it it's a ride, a journey, and it's not all bad so let yourself be a little; like a foot stool in a cafe just colourful enough to have a reflection in the floor
The Title is from Go Dog Go Cafe
I can’t remember who had the prompt to write to your teenage self. But thank you!