letter to anyone

i may not be able to see into the future,
but it's the uncertainty crouching in every day
that makes me feel more and think more and know more.
i've come to understand that what i learned
by getting too drunk and living too hard and loving too fast
has been more valuable than the majority of five years
i spent being told over and over and over again,
"the world is out to get you."

cause yeah, the world is out to get me,
and i'll let it catch me.
i'll fall into its hands and let it hold me,
let it drop me, let it scrape me,
let it pick me up again and press its hands to my wound.
i love the world with all i got and it loves me right back.

it could love you, too, if you stepped down and yelled -
more to yourself than anyone else -
"i will never be perfect."
the world loves you and it hates perfection because
the truth is, perfection is ugly and you,
you with your features and your flaws
and your shades of grey and your broken heart
and your fire eyes are so beautiful -
never let anyone tell you otherwise.

what i've learned in the dark
has made the world glow,
and i can tell you with my heart, hands, mouth:
it is beautiful.

so get on your knees.
let someone in.
reach higher.
admit a fault.
drive somewhere.
lend a hand.
admit a victory.
drink that drink.
stop wearing that damn watch, and
press somebody against a wall,
take their face in your hands,
and kiss the hell out of those lips cause you know you want to, right, so don't deny it.
own yourself, own your story, own your life.
cause its the only thing you really have.