A blank document staring at me, waiting to be filled up. I am the creator of this. I am in charge. I wonder if this document is scared of me, or if it’s just happy and thankful that I breathed life into it. I don’t want pay back. I don’t desire appreciation. I just want to be accepted and acknowledged.
Go out to the world my child. Share with whoever’s willing to read the presence of your creator. Tell them I exist. Tell them I won’t conform.. Not without a fight.