Possibility of more

Beats dropping

Things popping

And though they may be exploding, it'll leave a garden... A bed of roses where I can lie and sleep and dream... Truly believe

Once I cross that threshold.

So many possibilities

Looking for the answer in a boy's face

Looking at it by dancing. Looking in others.

And then... I look at myself... And I see exactly what the possibility is

Me...

All the glorious things I will become and do, all the things I've done, the work and all the things I am now.

I've grown so much, and it doesn't matter if I have a lot more to go, it's in a perfect pace, perfect pacing for me.

Just look myself in the mirror and see. See my rosy lips, deep eyes that smile without the mouth having to curve... See the flaws, pimples, doubts and fears and watch as they're slowly melting, turning into new ones and working through them, loving all of it.

So many possibilities.

Possibilities to love

To speak

To learn

To be

To sing

Me

So many

I love it so much.

Of course, I wanna live in this life, though there is so much struggle and so many imperfections, and people might look for perfect, flawless and good, I am those things with the flaws and imperfections and that's perfectly good, just the way I am.

I will no longer hide cause I'm worrying about mistakes.

I will make them and grow.

In the perfect, imperfect, most amazing way.

And I'll see all the possibilities in my eyes, in your eyes and in this world.

Walk in the dark star night, listen to the music that brings the skyline to life and watch, see, there is so much to learn and it's okay to not know them yet.

I'm imperfect and love it.

The ending isn't perfection, it's the growing.

Open to learn and the possibility for everything to come to me.

Perfectly imperfect