Nice to meet you

...I could paint my emotions on canvas...
I could write a poem...
I could crank out a poetic tale...and I?
Banned from eating chocolate,
make some coffee, and wait for spring.

Two month "grace period" ended. Done with sobbing and drama.
That's it on the subject of emotions.
Not worth it. Not for a moment more. And even though emotional flashbacks are inevitable, I will get around those too.
Because I said so. Because I want to. ....in meantime-----I manage well.
I make "well". I order veggie wraps and eat them.
Hours at end I walk in between shelves of The Seminary Co-op, and take, whatever my soul desires.
I will read all the books, even the stupid ones. Because. I want to.
Wander around the city with my mp3 player, and look in every nook and cranny.
Generate energy, and exchange it with others, goof off, peep.
I don't need to disguise to be feeling like someone.
I won't stand on my toes, or pole vault.
I don't have to be trendy, jazzy, groovy, or funky.
I don't need an asymmetric cut from a gay hairdresser, or friends from TV.
I won't glue on a personality, extend my intelligence, or pump my ego.
I don't have a tag. I am exactly, who I am. Not someone else.

My name is Asia.
Nice to meet you.