And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home,
and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but
nothing is infinite,
not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.
All These Things You Wish You’d Say
It makes me so frustrated when I see people put down or brush off other people’s sadness or getting annoyed they are upset over something trivial, specifically if they are quite young. You need to understand when a young person is sad over something trivial, that trivial thing is probably the worst thing that has happened to them in their short lives.
I belonged to you; all you had to do
was look at me.
Louise Glück, from “The Burning Heart”