Lights
You fear what you don't understand.
But then you learn the language and discover what you've missed.
Like a child looking at a legendary work of literature or art.
It is impossible to appreciate if you can not comprehend.
I once trembled at the thought of your earth shaking shouts.
But now, I envy your eloquency.
And you do as you please,and nothing affects you.
You are so bold.
Blameless.
Blaring.
Brash.
You are so much of what I so wish I could be.
Even as I write, you are what illuminates the page...
For now...I will let you inspire insignificant me.
And I will believe it's what you were meant to do.
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