I hope you know in your heart of hearts as well as I do that it is really, truly worth it to stick around because there is just so much world to be a part of. There is so much you that can exist if you stay

I used to be so lacking in a sense of self that my whole experience of being alive was desperately trying to claw my way out of a blank space and now I wake up every day so full of self that I hear a new sound or see a new piece of art and am about ready to openly weep

And also because red is my mother's color

My brain is a big pool of watercolor that you can dip your finger in and get messy

The metaphysical context through which to understand myself. My soul's substrate

If you can believe anything, know that you will be full of colors again

Even just a few colors is too little. How can only a piece of me keep the rest held up?