All of You

I feel all of you. I feel each of you who sits in darkness, surrounded by a room full of people.
I see all of you. I see each of you who have let hope slip through your malformed, unable to grasp a better life though it is what you deserve.
I cry for all of you. I cry for some of you because you know laughter, and that is beautiful. The others I cry for because they have chosen no voice to explain their tears; therefore, tears are all they know.
I reach for all of you. I reach out touch your hand so that the malformed may know love. It is your right to feel all things, not only the painful emotions heaped upon you by society.
I love all of you. I want you to blossom, whether a flower or cocooned butterfly, I want to see you stretch and reach for the sun. That is the reward I seek, to see you become that which is a beauty to the eye and pleasant to the heart.
I want to taste the nectar you produce. I want your desires and ventures to be palpable. I want every pore on our skin to communicate alive with the sound of our souls stirring. I want your dreams to drip on the world like morning dew.
I want you to shower the world. Drip on the to the earth and let it be your magic that makes it more than just dirt. I want your alchemy to embrace the world anew and disavow the darkness that once held you. You are within my reach, and I want to share your evolution with the world — my transcendent butterfly.

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