ThisIsMyLetterToTheWorld

December 21,

The rebirth of the winter,

The certainty that when you wake up

Nothing has changed except for

The season. 

And maybe,

Some snow has found your doorstep.

Except,

I'm always in between,

In people's minds.

Too smart for everyone,

except the people I'm not smart enough for

To girly,

just because I'm a girl,