Living to the Fullest

Sometimes words aren't enough to explain. No matter how much you twirl them. Sometimes it's hard to explain what you're feeling, what your making. To understand what lies at our fingertips. We just have to make the most out of it. Live out our feelings. Speak whatever we can, never hold back. Although we do, because we want to be excepted. But what is the point of being excepted if it's only your alter ego that gets accepted? But we don't need to show everything about us. People aren't just a few levels. Our souls run deep. Deeper than the rivers have carved into canyons. We have different ripples, different reactions. Different stories and reasons, and everything else. We aren't superficial, not like A.I. Something that they would envy if they knew how to. But also something that hurts, scars run deeper than the skin. But we don't need to cover up those scars, the scars gave us new choices. Made us who we are, made part of us. Good or bad. Acceptable socially or not. But they don't understand, and that's fine, because we won't always understand them. We can try, or we can live life to the fullest. Not completely carefree, but as carefree as we can get so that we can enjoy what we have. Go back to God with a light heart, bright soul, and laughter that follows.