People leave without saying goodbye and you wonder why all these burning bridges resemble hearts scared to take chances. When words between strangers grow as empty as streets avoiding eye contact you shout so as to call the city out on looking past you, not knowing they can't help themselves anymore than you could if they let you in. Because no one's home and you've worn out your welcome as soon as your feet meet their doorstep, but they won't even have the courage to tell you to leave. They will shun you to silence, they will feed your love their absence. They will tear you to pieces, thinking you came all this way with nothing to offer. You've only lost something if you start to believe them. Don't start to believe them. You're worth more than the dust leaving imprints from the soles of their sandals as they walk away. Their loss is your gain. So continue to be thankful even in the places your appreciation is not welcome anymore. Grace is the ability to fall and still look beautiful. Fall as many times as there are not arms to catch you. Do it gracefully. Bruise, bend, and break into intricately even pieces until the right prophet learns to recognize the holy hidden in you. Weak is easy. Strength is lonely embrace of burdens as if they were blessings. Secretly they are. How else does muscle grow but to burn with rip and tear? Are you so scared to exercise your heart? Whether you want this or not, the weight of universes falls upon it, it's a question of whether or not you'll ever be ready to lift the things which have been crushing you.