I am just another voice, another one who is trying to find out how to live with what I have.
I don't want or need to stand out, cause a fuss, or even really warrant a second glance.
As the name implies, all I really want, or wanted really, was to be Just Emily.
To go about my business as one of the random people rummaging through the world.
I got Robert. Who is large handed, hairy, and tall. Outside.
Confused and furious with the universe and the choices this life insists upon.
Inside, I am Just Emily.
In my dreams I wear things that are beautiful, go to the library in a wide brimmed hat, and walk the beach in sandals with corral painted toenails.
I dance free and laugh out loud and smile while showing emotions beyond those society has approved the male.
I blend, and nobody really notices, because she is content, a smile dancing on the edge of her lips.
She wanders, dawdles, and often hums to herself.
Don't worry about her, that's Just Emily.
