the different ones

manifest

You go home and they tell you you’re different.

And your heart beats faster and you smile and sometimes cry

because you know it’s true

but you don’t know who you are

Other than “different”. 


And you go to the airport  and realize,

Oh, I’m different here too. 

And that’s totally okay.

And you dream of the space

where the vibe matches your heart. 

And everyone rejoices

in the celebration of differences


While we dance barefoot under the moon.    

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