Close your eyes for a second and breathe the atmosphere of the same air that has had the brush of mint and apple pies and orchid and byes whispered across. As you breathe, with your chest flowing in and out like the stitches in a loom, think to yourself of the seconds it takes for old stars to disintegrate, the seconds it takes for new stars to form. Think of the buzzing bees, the chirping hummingbirds, the crumb-hunting ants carrying little crusts of baguettes. Think of pastel pink cherry blossoms and indigo-ink bluebonnets flashing by like blurs of watercolor as the car you drive drives across the road. Think of little clouds like marshmallows, the sunsets like roasting fires. Think of the hugs of your friends, the love of your puppy, the confession you have yet to receive from someone who connects with your mind and soul. Think of the silly puns, the little words, the big banners, the serious late-night two-hour conversations. Think of the sound of your favorite song rushing through your ears, the rhyming beats like ink spattering and melting on paper. Think of looking outside the window, sitting under the shade of a tree, hearing the click of your keyboard as you type words. Let your tears flow, let the sadness go like a river. But remember that there is a world filled with beauty that holds you in its heart. Remember there are those who love you. Even if you can’t, remember that you must also—as cliche as it sounds—love yourself.
— INFPoems (dedicated to my INFJ friend <3)