Curiosity

Curiosity killed the cat, well that makes sense. I know the guy, practically my best friend. Well, let me tell you how curiosity saved my life. Maybe curiosity taught me how to love. In which I might have never thought to love, but was going to love in the long run anyway. Curiosity showed me another world I mean curiosity’s kinda fun. Curiosity showed me new friends who taught me to run in the rain, but curiosity met them and they left me. To sit in the rain while people stare not in curiosity, but instead with despair for that girl who was once running in the rain and now only sits there not sure which are tears and which is rain. But curiosity showed me family. Not the ones who have the same blood running in their veins as mine but ones who knew my story and could relate and have not yet to stab me in the back. You know curiosity taught me to tell the truth. But curiosity kicked my butt. Made me a down right selfish person. Made me take sides, blind-eyed, heartless, and cruel. But curiosity made me reflect on the being I was made. Love, laugh, and be. Be me and sweet and free. Curiosity told me to search in my depths and be the being in which I was created. Curiosity showed me beauty and the being I could be. Curiosity is me. And yes I don’t like cats.