Three and 1/2

When it was wrong, my words felt so right.

The tinted sky opened up and let loose its orphans.

Baptized with each hit.

Grouping together from the gift of gravity.

No cover needed.

After the 3rd and before the fourth, I recovered my individuality.

Reassurance was given in the fact that I have yet to look my age.

I pass time exploring the storms on the tips of creativity.

Once lust met respect, behaviors changed.

Now tongue-tied,

Blank stare,

Rambling,

Nervously tripping over myself,

And waiting for the eye roll to slide in.

Yet always honest.

Since the day I found the journey was my destination,

I have never stopped living my truth.