Where I StandThis is where I stand, before you with all my scars, all my broken dreams, all my strivings, and I ask, am I ever to be complete, and what does that even mean to me, or you? Here I am, with my record of what I have done and said, the hasty words, unfinished thoughts, poorly worded half-assed answers to questions I misunderstood, and would you really like me if you knew everything I believe and I dared to say it all, would it not change as with life evolved, and could you forgive me for what I believed yesterday if I meant nothing against you? I only wish to bring hope and life and light and beauty to this world because maybe my need to see it is the same as yours unrecognized, so those that hate us for being positive, when all they see is darkness, for them I work, a fierce daily battle to blaze mighty tracks of light in the sky that may fade away but at least, be remembered. Here I am and you with me, doing the same, every day, for you are heroes, artists, champions, and I