There is no one as I am. There are few like me.. But no one exactly as I. In Los Angeles a girl might smile in the back of a cafe and you think "Is That....?" My laugh trails off in the distance of a Paris train station.. "Is She".. As you missed the elevator you thought I was in you think "hmm.. Doesn't she live in..." I rebuild after every battle, add a new layer of consciousness after every new truth, deepen my smile wrinkles after every laugh.. All of these attributes are completely my unique and my own and that's what gives me perspective and confidence. That confidence looks like a secret someone told me, as I might smile to myself in a public place. And I can exist as me! In my own skin! I was given the privilege of a point of view. And so were you. And it is valued. Every individual is so beautiful and crafted so well that as a whole we make the world spin. So don't try to be anything else but you, I want to hear your whispers of familiarity in the wind, and think "is that...?"
@missy @rambo
