Alive

A L I V E .... again

I thought after months of contemplating whether or not I am good enough or if I matter or if anyone in this mix match world could love me and see me for me I thought to myself

Oh no that could not be the case

Who cares about “my kind”

Or “my type” etc

But then you came around turning a mere smile into a bright arrangement of flowers I knew that I had just opened up and amazing new world

But why am I happy? Why do I care?

You’re probably gonna do me like everyone else and when I erupt like a volcano you’re going to want to run like the villagers and I will let you because

I AM ALIVE AGAIN