In the gutter. Breathing dirt water. Choking. Coughing. Gasping for air. Thinking you might just die?

You know the oxygen comes back. That you will breathe again. So you keep your eyes upward, you hold the vision of beautiful, remarkable — your heart’s sweetest desires.

Looking for the bright. The twinkle. The shine. Because that’s the way you are, and it’s only the way to be. Looking up. Finding the light.

The stars are always there. The sky is yours.

xoxo, always.

S