I dance, not caring if the world is watching, only if the rhythm is matched to my feet. I laugh, so loud that at times people stop and stair, wondering if I may be a bit crazy. I cry, for I have a heart and it in return has the ability to be broken into tiny pieces. I have a will, and I move forward when the tide has pushed me back into the water. I have a gift, of life to live and live as I see fit, not as the world feels I should live it.