I ate a carrot for breakfast.
I know... what a declaration.
But a year ago, the crunch wouldn’t have come from chewing the carrot,
Rather from those eyes looking,
Those minds judging.
My biggest fear—
Not being good enough.

I ate a carrot for breakfast.
A truly liberating experience.
Who cares?
I like it.
I want it.
You do your thing.

Tell that to a French person,
And they’d reconsider being in your vicinity.

But now things are different.
This morning,
With my morning carrot,
I no longer fear being weird,
Or different—
For eating a carrot,
Or for doing anything, really.

I won’t judge you for eating garlic for breakfast—
Not that I’ve done that, not at all—
But, you know,
In theory,
Hypothetically,
If you did, I’d be curious.

But you can sit there with your garlic,
While I’m munching on my carrot.
In peace.
No conflict.
And that’s about as much as I want from you.

My thoughts—waves in sea,
Footprints left upon the sand
are gone forever.

The birds are chirping,
Waking you up
From the somber dream
You were lost in.

For it's a new morning,
A new beginning awaits.
The stars in the sky fade, and
You have a choice to make.

With every tear you shed,
You get closer to the truth.
The veil is removed,
And you can see clearly again.

You know when it’s time to go,
You will know when it’s time to go.
When the birds sing that song,
And the cicadas buzz along.

You will know when it’s time to go,
As your heart will buzz too.
The wind will take you to places
You’ve never been before.

You’ll face it all
Before you know.
And when you know,
The whole world will invite you—

To leave what's known
For something better,
Something you've not yet made
Too small for you.

To suffer in love  
is my evening tea,
one you hesitate  
to brew for me.