Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence.

you gotta be hungry for life.
know thyself. know thyself,
these are the last words that
i'll leave you with today.
know thyself.
know thyself.
know thyself, and
i cannot repeat that enough, you
are the most important of em all. please yourself.
gratify yourself.
dont care if anyone is looking, anybody is staring,
for they are, for they will be, for they're mesmerized by your
beauty and your authenticity, your magic, is a spell that
washes over them all. now,
i will write. always write for yourself.
always write in amazement for yourself.

The two people, for they were lions (and lioness).
Yellow wildflowers, surrounding these two ghastly beasts and I cannot, for one second, say to you the believability of these two lions laying on the grass in the summertime we were watching and we were waiting in between two blades. the lion, he spoke, he said, it's better to say, its better to do what you have been meaning to do, what you have been wanting to do, for if you do not, you lose a little bit of you, a little piece of you flounders and dies, a little piece of yourself scatters across the pavement, like snowflakes, and like a snowflake, they will melt, and soon enough it'll be like you never ever existed, and that is a crying shame, for you have so much to give, you have so much to offer, and your heart so soft and vulnerable. you were alive, pick the flowers, say hi (boldly), wake up, listen to the alarm, do it, scream. say, i love you. touch me. kiss me. learn the piano, learn the violin, scream, sing it, sing. sing. sing. sing like you mean it, don't be scared to cry, scream, grow old, cry, love, and smile, forever, please do these things, forever.