....Consider what you might say now to the person you were when you were 17 or the person you were yesterday: the one who believed it was "too late." Write a letter to that version of yourself, incorporating the techniques you've practiced in each daily prompt: the language you unearthed in your "Where I Come From" piece, the concrete nouns and action verbs you unleashed in your song analysis, the sensory details of your observation, and the lyricism of your ekphrasis.
Honey, you who lies facedown in the ditch, don't eat that dirt. Oh i'm sure it's full of nutritious minerals and worms, but what about the toxic chemical plant just over the fence? Cmon now, up.
Come inside, warm yr Self in the honeyed glow of teatime lamplight. Breathe cool over the hot mug before you kiss it. There. Let the heat sink to your bones. Now do you remember? Your warmth is your strength; your joy, radical, blazes.
Times you'll forget but: the loonier you be, the easier they'll see, and idnt there room for more fools at the party? Don't make it harder for them to find you! There's enough suffering in this world such as it is!
So, spin song out, put dance down. Get pen on paper. Your loud love spills over all containers. Let it. Honey, glow. Do, and you'll--
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