Consejo for my tender heart and to the tender hearted.
Don’t lose sleep over anyone that hasn’t ever let tea grow cold while considering your well being.
Don’t board up your heart just because someone broke the windows and stole your past from under your bed. Build mosaics from the broken glass and promises and sell them to tourists who blame the locals for everything, knowing they will knick their fingers on the rough edges.
Don’t forget that even when you feel ashamed or foolish, there is never anything wrong with loving hard and giving wholly.
Don’t let your love be a currency you wished you never spent. Let it be a deep rooted vine that may have been cut down mercilessly but will return, strangling out the weeds and deeds and growing up towards the sun.
Don’t allow the silence to become deafening when there are songs waiting to be sung. Songs about you, to you, for you.
Don’t let bitterness make you feel weak but instead make the sweetness to come be like pomegranate seeds that burst with promise between tender fingers.