Some people sneer, positing their taste is superior. What makes me curious is why dancing to my own beat gives them the jitters.
Take what you like, respect the work. #artissubjective
Ran my hands through white flowers in the trees,
Let the tiny petals float down to me.
Wrote clamoring thoughts on clean notebook pages
And clothed silence with gossamer plucked-note drapings.
My heart’s opening. I’m embracing purity.
Been gasping, but now I can finally breathe.