I am:

an explorer

I don't want anyone, least of all myself, pulling back on the reigns. I want to live with my eyes wide open distinguishing the one hundred different hues of green in a single leaf, my ears listening to the softest of breezes rustling the poplar leaves as the wind takes a slow breath in, taste the salt air and the seaweed like an elixir from the sea as they are, I want to find the small traces of beauty and light in even the darkest of moments, I want to dismantle the parts of the whole and rearrange them like a poem spoken from my tongue, I want to laugh until my sides hurt and tears stream down my face telling the story of countless moments of pure joy, I want to cry when the crying is as right as the rain that unleashes itself and breaks an unbearable heatwave. I want to drink it all in and paint it all out, over and over and over again making no apologies, until I have spent every ounce of my soul. .
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I owe myself that and much more. Much, much more.