Difference
Billions of people in the world, and I wish to be different. I dare to wish to be different. Why, I wonder? I am different. There's no denying it. Everyone says I am, so I must be, yes? But I guess not everyone finds me strange. I just exist. I am strange because I talk like this, think like this. Because I am intelligent? Because I had a bad childhood? Because my imagination knows no bounds? Perhaps because I twitch slightly, and stare off into space for no apparent reason. Life is like a dream to me. But I am so passionate. So pained. I try so hard to be special. I try so hard to be better than everyone else, because I think I am. And I confirm that within myself with scraps of evidence gathered, doing my best to ignore all the other evidence which nearly blinds me.
My keyboard is black, my screen made up of particle of light, colors throughout the spectrum. They can be anything I imagine. Anything I see.
Gods. Why does my body vibrate? I must be something. I can be anything. I can ignore pain, because it is mundane and foolish, but I must FEEL it to exist. To learn. I must learn. I must, must, must.
Sing.
My keyboard is black, my screen made up of particle of light, colors throughout the spectrum. They can be anything I imagine. Anything I see.
Gods. Why does my body vibrate? I must be something. I can be anything. I can ignore pain, because it is mundane and foolish, but I must FEEL it to exist. To learn. I must learn. I must, must, must.
Sing.