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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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