Sunday, October 26, 2008

I'm Far More Different

You have to stop and wonder what does it really all mean. I have the faintest clue. I wonder if other people look at things or hear things in such great detail as I do. Most of the pictures I take are at such different angels and are taken at such a different perspective. My musical taste is of the strangest. I can hear all the amazing detail and emotion that gets passed, I can feel it course through my veins, I'm lost in a trance. I listen to things that most people take for granted. I smell things that normally people could careless about and as for emotions I feel exactly how they are portrayed and emphasized, when it stings it stings and when its happy, I'm incredibly happy. I notice uniqueness in almost everything. I feel like I can place myself somewhere else completely. I look at the world in an inspiring, emotional way. I see all its beauty and all its shame. Is this of the norm? I have no clue. I feel that I am quite different than the rest of the world. I enjoy the simpler things in life, which no one would believe. Hearing the simply joy of laughter, the piter pater upon my window pane, the leaves falling from the trees, the way the snow so eloquently falls from the delicate sky, the serene way the ocean meets the land, the hum of certain machines, a pure sound of an orchestra which can not be reproduced, I see beauty in mother natures destruction and respect it. I have the deepest compassion for my surroundings, I place myself in others people shoes constantly and am by far the most compassionate person out there and feel so alone and yet at one. But we always want more. I see the beauty in most things and most people, which is a down fall at times. But I am me and that's okay. I struggle to please myself and the rest of the world. I struggle with everything else. Who will I disappoint, what will people think, what if I'm wrong, and why can't I do anything right? I constantly pick up the broken glass which no one notices and even cares about. Just floating avast. What does this say about me? I do not know. I know what I feel and see, and believe I'm far different than any of you...

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