Should I neglect
these truths?
For I feel
I am different
not special;
just unlike usual.
Unusual isn’t really
a good thing.
I am part broken,
part whole.
Many ghosts haunt me.
All the time.
Not from the past,
or the future.
Just unacknowledged
ideas of me.
Floating,
knowingly.
It’s funny how you as a writer careen from one end of the confidence to other 😀
Haha. Maybe it fluctuates with my confidence 😀
Knowingly right? Then what’s the problem?
Plus we both agreed that usual and normal was boring right? Then why so serious? 😛
hahaha!
❤
What to do! 😦 brain clogged..
🙂 Loving it!
Thanks love! :*