What I know about me.

Deep red colors sooth me and make me happy.

I buy clothes for their texture against my skin

more than I do for their flattering lines.

Hugs are more important than anything else to me.

I could live a while without food,

but I would wither away without physical affection.

I believe my words have power,

can soothe a wounded heart, show hope,

help someone know that they're loved

and not alone.

I love that my body is an instrument,

playing a soliloquy of emotive beauty dancing,

an intimate whispering dialogue with those I love,

that my smile is honest, true, and unrestrained.

I'm fascinated by the freckles that migrate and

populate my body like daisy's in the spring.

I know I'm scared to communicate sometimes

because I fear for the worst,

the unrealistic, implausible ramifications

that stop my words get caught in the middle of my throat.

And I instantaneously see beauty spirit in those

I know almost nothing about.

I ask a lot of questions because I don't want to miss out.

I follow whichever way my heart goes,

even though it doesn't clue me in to the why sometimes.

Late at night, I often feel so much for other people

I don't know how to let that out.

I refuse to spoil it with words,

although I desperately want a way to describe what I feel

so they know how important they are,

how inspired I am by the beauty

of them being exactly who they are.