Do you have to be famous…

to write an autobiography?

To be noticed,
do you have to be pretty?
Or just a little quirky?
To fly,
do you need wings?
Or just someone in your bleachers?
To read,
must you know the words?
Or just the sounds of each shape strung together?
To hold your head high,
must you earn it?
Or just not have learnt to bow?
To love,
must we always receive love back?
Or can we just rest in the pleasure of giving?
To receive,
did we all once know how?
And just forget it?

To me,
did you know?
You are everything.

I write to explore the inner-workings of our world. I work to tease apart what is in the mind, versus what is in the heart. I serve to help open your Inner i.