No offense, but I don’t give a f*** about the weather.

I want to know where you hurt and why you’re here.
I want to hear about your passions and your fears.

I want to see your eyes light up when you talk.
And feel the energy pouring out of your heart.

In fact, I want it beating out of your chest.
To the point where you’re a little out of breath.

Because you never quite shared that part of you before.
And, when it’s alllll laid out on the bathroom floor

When you’re feeling really seen and heard
Ready to step up and take on the world..

We can, maybe, just maybe, talk about the weather.