For the First Time

And so they ask me what it is I crave in this world.
Where do you want to go?
Who do you want to become? Are you happy? Who are you?

I respond with empty answers. But I do believe.
I believe in riveting love and sensational dreaming.
I believe in people, and I believe that people need other people.
I crave an out of this world love. The overwhelming kind.
I want to do something that terrifies me.
I believe in holding onto hope.
The pleasure of a new lover's eyes in an unbroken night.
I believe in dreaming dreams we call so impossible.
And so I tell them that I crave life.
Life lived boldly and kindly.
To inspire and encourage.
I tell them I'm in love with things I don't know.
I tell them I want to write.
I believe in dancing in white dresses.
I believe in feeling sad the way sad is meant to be felt.
I believe in perfect notes, and hearts racing, and tears so genuine.
For the first time, I say these things without thought.
For the first time, I'm honest.
Happy? Not yet.
So I tell them that this is me.
I'm open, I'm lost, I'm ready, I'm terrified, I'm me.
What will you hold onto? What will you let go of?

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