Dear Reader
Dear Reader,
Some of us are full,
so full we could fill the oceans
and paint the skies
with our emotion.
Some of us are empty,
so empty we could
fall inside of ourselves
and never come out.
Some of us are bubbly;
confident like summer rain,
like the stillness of a theater
before a performance begins.
Some of us are sensitive,
like watching raindrops against a window;
our minds don't speak our mouths
and we'd never say what we write on paper.
Many of us want to crawl out of our own skin
but,
whoever you are...
...you are okay to me.
-Henry Tan