they're going to throw labels at you and that is certain. they're going to wish with crossed fingers that you were something else because they can't stand the sight of you. you make them question their own fragile being their mm strum of chord but they are afraid to admit it. afraid that what you are is okay in a world where they want us to hook and do the same. what you are is not only okay, it is essential. it is a must to stir heads and hearts and sometimes be so ridiculious they are no longer sure what to make of you. i don't know about you, but i never want anyone to define me. i went to be new as i touch every human life that sweeps across my existence. 1 want to become a piece of each until my body screams humanity. after all we are made of earth and even it goes through seasons. -Christopher Poindexter '

February 21, 2018 at 06:51AM