feels right

when you asked what stereotype i fall under, i simply replied with

"i do exactly what i want. what feels right."

i wear what clothes feel right

i inhale deeply of what smells right

i aspire what hopes and dreams feel right

i jump at opportunities that feel right

i crave everything familiar about you, the longer apart we are, this unfamiliar longing oddly feels right

i run far and fast when it feels right

i kiss you excessively, everywhere possible when it feels right

i laugh. outrageously loud and at times, unattractively, when it feels right 

i listen to what reaches in, pushes through all my bullshit and feels so right

i hold close, and wish back to life the unrealistic fond memories of the past that still feel right

i touch, where my heart tells my hands will feel right

i invest, the most valuable gift i can offer, my time; into those very few people whom with simply feels right

i'll love you, each and every part, even when it doesn't feel right

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i used to think such a boundary-less lifestyle was becoming so typical among those surrounding me

i was always more lenient towards the idea of such a structured lifestyle

but really, life's too short

to not live by the seat of your pants

to not indulge in the affect of each sense

to not return to our animalistic instincts

to simply be human

from time to time