A Reminder To My Own Silhouette

Those outlines,

those little lines that make us what we are,

that defines us,

that shapes us to our form,

a silhouette,

that contains all of you,

all of what you are,

the food you eat,

the air you breathe,

the sounds you make,

the touches you feel,

your body,

your mind,

your soul,

all compressed,

packed, bounded, and simplified by those little lines,

our silhouettes.

A reminder to my own silhouette.

Know, my silhoutte

That you are never geometric in form,

Never have you been bounded,

By those calculated, static lines,

squares, triangles, or circles,

those are never your true form,

but merely an idiotic idea of what you should follow,

to follow them is to follow a one way track, my silhouette,

to follow them is not in your nature, my silhouette,

to follow them is betraying yourself, my silhouette.

Know, my silhouette,

to never straighten your lines,

to let your lines be as organic as possible,

to let it bend as it intended to,

to let it free as God intended it to,

it is then, my silhouette,

that you will show the world my true form,

show the world the individual that is me,

that i am not alike as other silhouettes.

Be free my silhouette,

for you know to never limit yourself,

by those pathetic lines they call perfectness,

so you can bloom to any limitless form,

and gain the freedom that not many can grasp,

the freedom to reach towards any direction,

the freedom to reach towards infinity.

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