Waiting For The Wind To Pick Up

I have never been anyone else. Therefore, I cannot say what it means to think or feel like anyone else would.I never looked at myself in the mirror and believed that I was born in the wrong body. But yes. I have looked in the mirror and believed that I was born in the wrong life.Safe to say . . .I have other issues or challenges with my reflection. Then again, one man’s poison is another man’s pleasure and whether I appreciate what I see or find a sense of confidence when I look at myself in the mirror, I do believe that someone out there sees me as perfect.At least, I am perfect for them.Or, so I hope. I have seen the crimes of insecurity and noticed the thefts of service or how our insecure assumptions rob us from the possibilities of happiness.It is possible too. . .You know?Maybe there is something more to me.Maybe there is something beautiful too. It amazes me how we mistake insults for truth or that we believe and invest in them. 18 years-old I never had a real girlfriend before…