judge not lest ye be judged

she's been dreaming for fifteen short years. she sees the world and writes it, searching for truth that doesn't exist. she lives to love. she breathes in every moment. she's open-minded and her tears are shed over ignorance and intolerence. she's happy but longs to find her inner poetry. she knows the power or tears, but she's learned to keep smiling.

she sees the world, and blinks, and hopes to find what's really there