I like the silent parks
I like the morning softness on my pillow
I like the million noiseless wishes
I like the moments that are still
I like the movements that are fully felt
I like my stupid voices arguing inside
I like me sometimes when I smile in a way
that no one else but me can understand
I like the way it feels when I recall a dream
completely without images
I like when I feel
I like that I feel more than I don’t feel
I like the way I realize things
that others say aren’t there
I like that I know my fears
and that I know what I no longer fear
I sometimes wish I could share all this
other times I like that I’m the only one like me
I guess when I wish that someone understands
my true desire is to see some me in some else
I like that I’m just me
because I wouldn’t know
how anything else feels
that’s why it’s always me
forever always me