I mean, you can't force a person to be another kind of person.
People can change though at our core our personalities don't.
before I came out I was the same personality.
yes, there was that hollow shell that was from others rubbed in and on me.
My favorite color to write and draw with being purple
inside, I've Been this person.
this city makes your being grow a certain way. Its not a romance to acknowledge the wind twists the trunk of tree, hearty roots gnarled branch
we lose our leaves again
I am happy, enough. Happy enough.
how the gaze of another matters
a mother shaping and bending light around a childs worldview
a group of supportive friends where they can be seen as a whole being unique in their personhood
the gaze of one who hates
the gaze of a stranger
the gaze of a friend
