Just Occupying Space Over Here

“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?

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