“It is just a phase.”
Spoken at me, not with
As if to negate independent thoughts, expressions, translation of life
Blend all lives into one brown blob and crown it normal
But, as a pin on a map, an address, gps coordinates, I exists. Am composed of mass, occupy space, every last cell and atom.
Bringing with it a singular view with which I create my story. One step and word at a time. Each phase building upon its predecessor.
Each step brings a new perspective.
Palpable perspective.
And in that moment my phase is my reality. A dynamic reality. Ever changing to reflect my existence. To differentiate.
Similes: Phase and reality
Honor it as if you approved it or take you blob and go. I refused to fit a mold. But this I promise you, should I ever disagree with your shoes, I’ll notify you and expect they be thrown out.
Those shoes? They were just your phase, right?
