in a poetic world

If the world was more poetic
I'll be a Translator
Translating loudness into silence and silence into overwritten manuscripts
To solace hearts and shake minds and unveil truths


In a poetic world
I'll be less concerned about being interesting and clever and rather be content with the beauty and fairiness that comes out of my mouth every time I sigh
I won't feel guilty for being disguised as my best self
The self who doesn't think too hot about the weather and about whether or not she is worthy of all the love of the world
The self whose awareness about her cruciality in the world makes her jump out of bed every morning unable to contain her excitement about all the powerful ways she planned to change the world
The bold self who is never tired to push her soul, mind and body to the limits but never beyond


In a poetic world
I won't feel stupid for wanting the world to be more poetic
And I won't be feeling this guilty for wanting to be home
Quiet and Disguised as my best self.

Grow gracefully daisies *.*