A poem for the ones who feel too much.

paint outside the lines,
spill coffee on your sketchbook,
fall in love with the sky, even when it’s grey.

write things that don’t make sense yet,
make art that no one gets,
stay up too late chasing ideas
you can’t quite explain.

you weren’t born to fit in frames,
you were made to blur edges.
to feel it all.
to make something out of the mess.

so go.
be loud.
be soft.
be a masterpiece
that never asks for permission.