This is me. Unique. Uncomfortable. But undoubtedly beautiful.
till our only mission in life bespeaks to fight against what we speak.
why can’t you let one of the purest emotions remain untainted?
they call me a madmanbecause i enjoy life. they burn me at stakebecause i enjoy the imaginary. they suffocate me in watersbecause i want to swim against the current. they throw rocks at mebecause i don’t care about love. they flay my skinbecause i dare to love myself. tell me, am i witch because iContinue reading “madman”
I have since I entered middle school searched long and far to the answer of uniqueness. Perhaps I should start off with a question. After all, you cannot have an answer, but not a question. The question of uniqueness is a simple one. It is one of the ages. It is one that constantly plaguesContinue reading “The Question of Uniqueness: Pondering the Asinine”