Male

25

I am the thought and the movement that flows through every syllable that I utter.
I am the utterance of every breath that I take.
I will not lie to be walked on.
I will not budge to be made what I am not.
I will not shine for others than myself.
I will not feel that which I don't experience.
I will laugh.
I will rain.
I will hurt.
The shy shy mind of grivence will sit with me for a time and when I sing out notes will jump on a page and burst into flames of my forgivness.
Burst into breathing existance.
I am true, such as I am.