What if I became me?

What if I became me? what then? What if I got excited when it started to pour outside and ran fully clothed till I was soaked? What if I told you I loved music so much that my heart danced to the rhythm of the rain? What if I wrote you a love letter, ugly hand writing and all, telling you how beautiful you are and how highly I thought of you? what if I tore a piece of paper from my book and wrote about how beautiful you look on a sunny day and how beautiful you look on a cloudy day? What if I snuck on rooftops of restricted buildings so I could watch the sun die another day so the moon could live? How breath-taking it is to witness the big burning ball of gas illuminate dancing colours on the ocean right before the horizon. What if I got us bikes and taught you how to ride so we could cut through the breeze together? What if I took you to night walks and made you forget time existed? What if I told you I had a hopeless romantic soul and a solivagant mind? and what if I told you that being a rantipole was something I chose and not found myself in?

What if I told you I have a tired soul? what then? What if I told you I was the kind of storm where you had to run away from and take shelter? What if I told you I purposely wanted to wear my pair of black boots and jacket till they were threadbare cause then they possessed poetry? and what if I told you I was my only limit, knowing of all the rules but choosing against them because they didn't know me? Maybe I refused to be just another brick in the wall, carefully shaped and placed to where it belongs. Yes, I had days where I didn't want to live at all, but the days I wanted to I made sure I lived just as much as I wanted to die. Those days living became everything to me, risks became everything to me, chances and consequences brought me alive in the weirdest ways. Furthermore Christopher Poindexter said "Never could i breathe love if i did not first learn to inhale a little bit of chaos" and he also said "sometimes i sit alone beneath the stars and think of the galaxies inside of my heart and wonder if anyone will want to make sense of all that i truly am".

Curse the day I grab my soul in all it's varieties, threads, crafted ways and wear it on my sleeve for I don't know what happens after that. Curse today.

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