But I am the wind.
And my soul is alone
as it blows through the jars
of neat and tidy life.
Oh, the aching.
For, home floats free;
I will never be bound.
Can you not see?
I will never be bound.
And my heart cries,
lonely.
My heart cries.
Lonely.
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Far Too Long
It’s been far too long since I’ve written like this.
I’ve just been reading over old diaries, feeling my voice through them, knowing my heart.
It made me think of how I used to do that, here. How I used to be unafraid, how I understood that sharing my heart was something I needed to do, like breathing.
I write my heart because I want you all to see it is okay to be vulnerable.
More than okay.
Necessary, even, if you are someone like me.
So I wanted to find you again, in this place, as myself.
And I wanted to tell you, whoever you are, whatever your story: it is okay to be yourself.
It is okay to be your beautiful, however you are, self.
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