​I am not a fleeting feeling.

I am not a fleeting feeling.

I am not something you just pick up one day enjoy and discard.

I am not a manic pixie dream girl…
I live,
I breathe,
I experience.

I entice the senses because I am both strong and soft.
I am both a contradiction and congruence.
I am fracture and fusion at once.
I am structure and chaos aligned in the soul.
I am April’s soft rain and October’s brisk night.

I have depth, experiences, and knowledge.
I chose my appearance because it brings solace to my soul.
I dress for me and me alone.
Your view of me holds no ground here whether you find me attractive or not.
They say the body is a temple so I adorn mine as I so choose.
Be it lace and gemstones or bones and denim.
I bring the whimsy I want to see into this world while aknowledging the darkness.
I can and will forever be both.

I am the echo of every version of myself I have survived.
I am sanctuary to some and storm to others.
I am not a fleeting moment
I am the moon
I have phases.
I am a season and the echo that follows.
Change follows in my wake.
I was never meant to be just one thing.
I am a beautiful complexity.