They always told me

I should be; breathing.
experiencing, sunlit skins and
hopes floating alongside pollens.

I should be; waking.
embellishing, long anticipation
of a place to call my home.

I should be; living.
encapturing, joy in C Minor
allowing Dark Humor and Sinister through.

I should be; writing.
expressing, black ink dreams
motor reflex transferred through representation.

I should be; laughing.
enveloping, each beloved spirit
gathering pretty things of which to keep hold.

and I should be; crying.
emoting, tears brought falsely
only to shed truth inside of isolation.