"Like we’re so picky!
We’re not picky at all.
We’re just scared, and you know it."
I am a special character.
A special case.
I am too loving.
I’m too sharing.
For all intents and purposes I am a freak.
I am a freak because unlike the only majority
On this planet, I don’t hold back.
When I care, I care. To put fear into that process
Would be like putting salty fish in a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
I cannot do something beautiful and simple such a disservice.
I cannot subscribe to the unnatural.
No matter how many people line up behind it before me.
Mine is simply full
Of peanut and jelly and butter and love.
I do not have many friends on facebook
Because I am acutely aware of this.
If I see something I like I’m going to “like” it.
If you do something I love I’m going to say it.
And if you tell a lie, about yourself or the world
I’m going to remind you of the truth
as nicely as I can. But it wont always be "nice."
You cannot live as long as I have and be
as unwaveringly me as I am and not know this.
Not know what other people see.
What other people think
Of all your unbound feelings and beliefs.
What other people blindly put in their PB and Js.
How they seem to eat and swallow it like that is the way it has to be.
Like they have to hold back their truth and emotions by the collar.
Like they can never unfurl their desire to be loved and understood.
Like they have to fight it and never let go of the leash
Until it is choking, until it is strangled, until it is dead.