Experiences.
They're a gift all on their own.
Spending time with friends, laughing and talking about stuff that doesn't even really matter to anyone but us.
Immersing myself in a world of roleplay, where I'm whoever I want.
Writing poems and stories, some just for myself, some for the world.
Even getting angry, or sad, or grieving is a gift.
For as long as you can feel, you know you're alive.
That's why experiences are such a gift.
Posted in response to the challenge Life gifts.
You ask who I am.
Honestly, I wonder that too.
Sometimes I'm one thing, other times another.
Sometimes I feel like I'm just shattered glass piecing itself back together.
And then breaking again.
Singing, Singing, Singing.
Your voice fills my ears.
Smiling, Smiling, Smiling,
Your happiness fills my heart.
Laughing, Laughing, Laughing,
Your friendship fills my mind.
I do not pledge allegiance to the Disunited States of America.
And to the republic for which it stood, under atoms,
With liberty and justice for WHITE STRAIGHT CIS MEN.
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