I have heard many times in breakups with lovers, or fights with friends, that they have felt I had not been genuine. I was being genuine, but I was more interested in creating conversation about change rather than inspiring action for change.
Bowing down, the sun was moving aside to allow the moon to rise.
Rays of golden light slightly trickled through the branches above and cast a glow
on my road to love.
I would rather swim naked in a lake under the sun than drown in the World Wide Web where female nipples are censored.
I would rather climb a tree than climb the social ladder.
I want to swig tequila from a bottle and feel the burn, talk to an elder and really learn.
I would rather suffocate ...