You are sometimes radiant. You are sometimes stagnant. You are transient.
Put your self on display. Taste the real. Paint with all the colors in the palette.
There will always be critics. The voice in your head is merely a soundtrack. What station do you listen to?
None of it matters. All of it matters.
Get your warpaint on for a life of love. Love is not for the faint of heart.
Walk the graveyard and ask, "Where should I be right now?"
Are you there?
How about now?
