World

I am worthless. 

That is what the world tells me.

I am wonderful and beautiful.

That is what I tell myself.

I love art.

I love poetry.

I love flowers.

I love trees.

I love love.

I love beauty.

I love when the sun connects with your skin and it feels like you are glowing.

When the heat makes your face feel alive and as though you are living.

I am loving and living every second through art and poetry.

My eyes speak art.

I see art.

I hear poems.

I listen to nature.

I feel the texture of everything against the palms of my hands.

It isn't hard to explain to myself how I live, but to others they will never understand.

I am beautiful.

-art