The Okay Symphonies

It is Okay,you see? Okay to paint your room all wrong. Okay to cry at birthdays and sing at funerals. The okay of a bitter coffee of a frosty morning,that you want,but also don't. Okay to fall to dust and re-emerge. Okay to go through a rough patch and blame it on your lucky charm wearing off. That okay,of the promise to come back when you are going to war,and the world is off its axis. Okay to be scared of monsters under your bed,even when you are running 18. Okay to secretly eat up all the cake in the fridge. Because if human is not okay,what will be? The next time you spill tea on that freshly launderied shirt,tell yourself it is okay. The next time someone someones makes you feel insecure,smile and reassure yourself that it is okay. Because even though that place is not what you'd call super,it is an okay,right? Okay to die slowly,day by day,year by year.Because you also LIVE slowly. This okay,it is too much to swallow,but too delightful not to. Just be that okay. For me. For you. Okay?