For The Creators

Do not be afraid.

Sometimes the heavens feel heavy. Or infinitely empty.

Sometimes the stars are bright enough to burn your forearms. Or give you freckles.

Sometimes an unwritten song is loud enough to steal your sleep. Or give you deep-sea dreams.

Sometimes a semitrailer delivers you one solid piece of marble. And leaves it on your doormat.

Sometimes the snarling dog behind you snaps at your heels. Or she licks your gravel-flecked knees.

Sometimes it's all too much.

Usually it is not enough.

Sometimes they will speak of your demons.

Do not be afraid.

You're only given a little spark of madness. You mustn't lose it.