I know you see the darkness when you look in the mirror. I know you feel the loneliness too often. You love so hard. There’s no reason why you shouldn’t receive it in return. You give 100%, and you strive for perfection, and still, you feel tolerable. When will you be loved? Oh, mi amore! You are loved. You are never more perfect than when you are flawed. For failure makes you vulnerable, and when you are truly seen – flawless, perfection, beautiful. Your light and your darkness combine like the lighthouse in a storm. I know the seas rage and you feel love is against you while you swim towards the depths. Don’t fear the heights, Jane; come down to me!
Poem from Pierre Jeanty in HER
Touring from the Park Bench 