a beautiful soul that burns too brightly a soul that loves too easily and falls too hard a soul that knows more pain than the human body and more happiness than possible
» born | december first
» age | sixteen
» gender | female
» sexuality | queer
» description | it is within the trees that you see them first. doe-shaped stone gray irises stare at you. as they come out from behind the trees, their wild black hair tied up in a loose bun. small strands frame their diamond-shaped face. their thin fingers reach out to you, the pale skin almost translucent enough to see their veins. as quickly as they appeared, they disappear back into the trees, the sound of faint laughter echoing eerily in the silent woods.
╔═════ ═════╗ You call me delusional I call myself sane You say I'm dysfunctional I say I'm operational
You call me odd I say I'm unique My mind may be eccentric Overly exaggerative at times yes that may be true Though if I'm mad then why not you?
There is no absolute sanity Though there is insanity
Am I delusional or am I just imaginative Are there really voices in my head or just thoughts echoing about my mind? No I don't mean to speak in such a vague manner But then I don't speak in any manner itself in particular Don't you understand?
Oh my I see you look at me as I were from some other planet Well your not wrong I am quite different but me, odd? Please I'd say you were as well
Weirdness is simply acceptance that we can make our imagination known in anyway possible
Now you say that that alone is a mad mans words but I say that is a wise man's words spoken from an individual whose mind rests in the midst of insanity
Yes I have much to share amongst this idea of your so called 'weirdness' Shall I venture out farther? No I see your confused already Well let me end this topic with a quick view
You say I'm level headed I saw I'm quite average You say I'm quite ordinary I say I'm extraordinary You say I speak the common language I say I'm fluent among many