Make something. Make anything.
Bring a single thing into form that wasn't here before.
Forge something fresh from the grey ashes of destruction – from the loss, the insanity, from the broken heart.
Go to the place that wants to harm your own self,
the place that wants to leave here.
Don't harm. Don't leave.
Make something. Anything.
Melt it all down.
Burn and solder, re-bend, reshape, renew.
You may have to enter the fires of hell to get the right heat.
And go to the empty,
Stand directly in the center of the broken heart – on the very cracks themselves.
This is where to make love.
Go to the woods to find the tools, go to the ocean, the market, the morning.
Stay up all night,
Or do it in your dreams.
Just make something. Make anything.
Let it fill you,
and then let it go.