Making Marks

I was given hope again February 2010 and my flour and oil have not run dry since.
If I were a month, I’d be August. If I were a day of the week, I’d be Tuesday. If I were a planet, I’d be Mercury. If I were a sea animal, I’d be a Seahorse. If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a bookshelf. If I were a gemstone, I’d be Opal. If I were a flower, I’d be a forget-me-not. If I were a kind of weather, I’d be a fog. If I were a color, I’d be lavender. If I were an emotion, I’d be hope. If I were a fruit, I’d be a dusky grape. If I were a sound, I’d be a black capped chickadee in song. If I were a place, I’d be a cobblestone path. If I were a taste, I’d taste like maple and oatmeal. If I were a scent, I’d be the smell of vanilla cake baking. If I were an object, I’d be a basket. If I were a body part, I’d be the fingers. If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be flat suede.
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Perhaps I'm young, ignorant or stupid. But I would like to make a mark. On the world, on a person, on a place. I believe I am living, And so I will prove it by creating things, speaking about things, and making an impact on people, learning and loving as I go.