Tile

At some point everything will click. I know that to be true. I'm not scared of being lost. I'm scared of being fixed in a place I am unhappy to be in. I don't want to be that off piece in a mosaic. To be questioned when the art is oberseved. Moss green, and iridescent. A fixed, unmoving, ugly, out-of-place mass. Taking up space. Taking up room. At some point everything will click, and I hope I find that state of mind to be happy where I am. Perhaps even find beauty in standing out.

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