At some point, I realized that I needed to build my own world
It was hard at first, trying to follow my parents' lead
And taking templates from my friends
I built a city of grey mismatched with pink and social expectations
But I wanted a universe
I wanted to build a planet made just of water
I wanted to build highways to stars and I wanted them to be green
At some point, I realized that I had to build my own world
My parents would always tell me to build grey offices and white hospitals
My friends would always build pink house with perfect husbands
But I wanted rooms with words written on the walls
And half-painted corners
At some point, I realized that my reality wasn't part of my family's
My reality was a whole new spark
A whole new Big Bang
Sometimes I remember all of the times that my father tried to explain to me why he works in a grey office building
Some day, I'm going to work in the ******* sky
And if that sky is just in my mind then so be it
At some point, I realized that I was going to have to break down those offices and perfect pink houses
At some point, I decided to paint my ceiling half way.
At some point, I decided to cut off my hair and not tell anyone
At some point, I decided to write him a letter
At some point, I realize that I had given him part of my universe, because he helped me build it
When I said that I wanted to make the floor blue, he listened
Every time I painted, he said it was beautiful
When I wanted to write a book, he gave me time to write a book
I built a tiny planet made only of water
I built a dance floor, cluttered with papers I'll never finish, and words on the wall
One morning, I woke up and turned my voice on
I learned to open my mind instead of my arm and I learned that blood isn't always red
I learned to sing songs my whole family has forgotten,
I learned to say words that painted pictures
I learned to remember the grey office buildings, maybe I have a picture somewhere...
But I've replaced them with myself.