Listen to the Beat

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.. Ashley ..
.. 20 ..
.. AU ..
.. Open ..
.. to ..
.. Interpretation ..

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.. I never know what to put here. ..

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I miss feeling... different. You know the high school feeling: No one understands me! No one has felt this way before!

This desire to fit in, to be some homologous copy of every person I come across, is getting old. I want to be a hemp wearing, tree hugging hippie. I want to be a world traveler who can laugh at her mistakes. I want to play the bongos and dance barefooted and not be embarrassed at the sway in my hips. I want to have comebacks ready when someone laughs at me for something I hold dear. I want I want I want.

How do you shed the shell? How do you be vulnerable in a world where very few people care? How can I embrace this person inside me who loves to dance and sing and make art without the dread in my stomach that no one will love her.

I don't have a conclusion for this blog because I just don't know. I want to know, but I don't.

Listen @ 5:34 AM