night sit in the city tonight.
moon rising through the trees, bare branches. cool, hard earth, without snow. the trees were talking, and the moon. they reminded me to just be who and what i am, regardless of what i imagine others might think of me, because that is the only way to live honestly.
we can live an entire life hiding, muting ourselves to avoid being labeled crazy, weird, to avoid being left out of gatherings. but we rob ourselves of ourselves. we lose an opportunity to inspire others, to give others permission to also live wholly as themselves.
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