- Find them. Those people are out there for you- you just have to let down your guard and realize that you are different, that you are a little out of place, and that's okay, because there are misfits out there just like you. Find the singers and the writers and the film-makers and the artists and the eccentric little flowers and take them in. You can't be hidden; you can't be shy. You create the invisibility that is cloaking you by insisting on living by a lie. You don't hide the fact of your individuality but you sacrifice so much of it. Afraid of negative attention and attraction- of more jeers, more snide remarks. Pull the cross back over your shoulder and do it- completely and totally.
- Stop it. Who cares if you can't sing! You don't care. You tell stories, you project the story inside of you. You don't have to have a good voice to do that. Hell, Bob Dylan didn't. Just do it already. Sing.
- You're five foot one. Get over it. You are a little, tiny munchkin and there's nothing wrong with that. You don't have to have long legs to be you. If ethnic prints and A-line skirts are really all your eyes wander to, then embrace it. Don't hide it on the shelf. It's your last year of high school. You can do it; you can create, or should I say permeate, who you are that final year of high school. So pick up the chambray shirts and wedges and too bold prints.
- You are an all-natural babe. You like a dash of red on your lips but you don't want to tarnish the nature. Your face is just as pretty and just as homely as the other kids.
- Don't cut your hair. Just play with it. Do something. Leave it, rather. Don't even touch it- don't even contemplate. Just let the waves roll in, and leave them in.
- Define and define and define. You're a walking dictionary meets introspective prowess. Keep writing it down; keep writing it down.
- Cling to the sentiments.
- Keep a young heart- but keep growing that mind. Keep moving that mind to new places. Don't let it sit. Let it age.
jul 30 2012 ∞
aug 6 2012 +