29. I Am - Kyle

I am…
I am a lover of music
A creator of tales
I wonder why most boys constantly show off their brawn in routine brawls and beat-ups
I hear the heartbeat of flourishing trees, and
I see their cringing, wrinkled faces when a young lad twists off one of its many arms
I want to be able to draw amazing trees and clouds

I am a creator of music
A lover of tales
I pretend to be a Broadway star, because one day, I will be
I feel intrigued about fuzzy butterflies and dragonflies, and
I touch their dewdrop saliva that attaches itself to my finger
I worry about people who have recently lost someone they hold dear, and
I cry when it occurs to me

I am