Remove the guards and relinquish your shields, you need to feel this life roughly, thoroughly, completely embodied from what your heart bleeds. When the love breaks, let it break. When your heart shatters on the ground, don't try to repair it. Feel the need to scream, feel the idleness of how far love has brought you. Cheer to pain, cheer to everything you put on the table, like a familiar fable. You heart will reshape itself from the dust, from the paths of your tears. Remember the pain, be upfront of your own painted thoughts. And when you will feel tired of being a comma, be a full point. Then you'll start loving.
