I believe if you fake a smile for long enough,
sooner or later even you will begin to believe it.
I believe in smiling for everyone else
and occasionally sacrificing your own emotions.
We have too many emotions,
yet who would we be without them?
Simply people floating in and out
of a dreamless sleep,
no gravity holding us down.
What if I told you
I didn’t believe in gravity,
because I don’t believe
there is a force holding us down,
but ourselves instead.
Ourselves.
What a difficult concept for some,
yet for others
it’s the only thing they think about—
themselves.
I think about the future of my friends,
where will we all end up?
Who will be that
one in four statistic
with a drug addiction,
which of us will be the
one in eight
with a cruel diagnosis of breast cancer?
Others of us will help them,
help those with sickness,
help those innocent children with disabilities.
But in my mind there is
no such thing as a disability, just a difference.
I’m different than some people
because I only drink tea to feel
the deep contrast
between the melting of the cold honey
fall
and
mix
into the steaming, boiling water.
I love the contrast between the rough,
sandy shore, and the soft,
flowing waves.
I adore the fact that wherever you go
there will always be another ocean,
a different shade of a glossy blue
or sea foam green.
I would like to think if you looked
long and hard enough,
you could find every color imagined
in a butterfly.
As a child,
the feeling of butterfly’s wings,
grazing your skin,
is a sort of tickling sensation,
one that makes you giggle with delight.
But this is the age
where we still believe in the beautiful princess
with the long blonde hair,
and the handsome prince on his white horse.
Of course the only ending
we ever knew
was the courageous prince
valiantly defeating the monster.
At that age we are too young,
too filled with light,
to believe the real monster is what’s in our own heads.