dim lights.

the glare of the shining light blinds those who speak.

never have i heard of such a home that contains so much soul.

i was once lost under a rock that only contained me and my words

embarrassed of everything i wrote. tired of hiding the pages in drawers and under bed sheets

you see when i discovered the steps to this place that led into a room full of intent people who understood, i became whole.

no judging. just words. just soul. just emotion. just reality.

when has there ever been a home for what i love?

my room is what contained my emotions but as soon as I walked out, they were disguised.

"THAT ISNT A PROFESSION. THAT ISNT A HOBBY. THAT ISNT A JOB. THAT IS NOTHING! THAT IS GOOD TIME BEING WASTED"

the words got to me. the things that i loved most tricked me into hating them all at the same time.

i was some abnormal being who had nothing in common with others.

dim lights. i barely even know you but youve become part of me in such a short time.

i never feel out of place.

i listen to my peers. i listen to elders. i listen to people who are just like me.

these words are what make all of us free.