And I heard you say

Let me be wild and tangled and free

Let me run and yell and catch things

And come back dirty and shining, with thistles in my hair

I am tired of being timid, you said

I am tired of being quiet, perfectly creative

I want to leave my closet door open at night

I want to climb out of the window of who I am expected to be

And leap into the reality of wishes landing

In a cascade of cherry blossoms

"Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not..." emerson

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