look right through me.

A scream would be more descriptive of how I feel, rather than words.
Or maybe just opening my mouth and the breath that would sink and rise again would carry my story.
My song. My heart.
My head doesn’t falter, my thoughts are endless. My eyes, blinded with wonder, searching..and always searching.

It appears that I’m here with no excuses,
Unapologetic and full of pride
Mind wide and eyes open