JHem

Contacts and eyewear for looking behind eyes. A home to comment ethereal from reality. A bit of my senses burned in cremation. Aires travel breathed in kindly. Tasting as sprinkles covering ice cream  Through your ear to your world for projection. I gave you a pen alongside colors. Ink cutting paper as you stayed in line. Thunder came to knock you off kilter, A sudden scream of sound being fiction Rain proceeded your eye of storm. Guide-lines washed off your canvas. Fingertips able to glide through heaven. No need for sins being why you hide.

I know life can be quite the b-word at times. Sometimes you have something amazing to share, but someone will tell you it's not good enough, with many looking right past it. At times you have that little glimmer in you, and yet you begin to believe the best of you has no place here, so you let it slip away where no one, not even yourself, is allowed to see that there was a moment you took to admire yourself for who you are then and there. I'm sorry if you feel like you aren't allowed to feel happy yet, to feel like you can't be okay now. I'm not here to tell you you shouldn't be sad, that anger isn't okay to hold, to indulge in apathy when you're overwhelmed from the cruelty of many things. This coin is two sided. I also see you who is happy, who is okay. You may even be too afraid of being judged to show it off. I know what that's like too. To not feel at all, or too little, or too much. Maybe you're hurt by being a little "too," but j...