~What I Am~
I am the dormant warmth of a dragon's firey breath resting deep within.
I am the relief of feeling a chill leave after being in the cold for so very long.
I am the feeling of finding comfort in the darkness.
I am the exhilaration of befriending a stranger.
I am a murder of crows blotting out the February morning sky.
I am a fond memory you wish to relive.
I am the feeling of experiencing your favorite story for the first time.
I am the longing for something you really feel you shouldn't overindulge in.
I am the brush of a loving touch.
I am the ache of long gone friends you wonder about.
I am warm, moldable clay.
I am a cold and mossy stone wall.
I am the sound of two instruments you'd never think would fit together.
I am a symphony echoing in the distance.
I cannot be bound by the common perception of humanity, love, and gender.
I do not feel human.
It's very clear that many others do not view me as such, but for all the wrong reasons.
I am an experience.
I am beautiful.
I am worthy of love.
I wish people could see my truth upon a glance.
Maybe then would the world seem comfortable.























