Don't Act Like I Never Told You
I am constantly learning, until that one day when I can simply declare that I am living, and comfortable. Perhaps it is unattainable, that comfort - that unassuming nature. That simplicity. I have a feeling that although people may draw parallels between themselves and I, and reassure me that I am no different, there is something innate that they do not understand. I can't explain it, but I'm sure I'm not wrong. I feel as though I experience life in a different way than most people. I can't stop thinking. I can't stop feeling. I can't stop. I can't, for one moment, just live. I think I'm missing out, in all honesty. I admire those people who take that simplicity for granted, who don't have to force it. For to force such a thing is to cancel it, to negate it. I don't feel pity for myself, though, that's not what I'm trying to express. I just want some kind of proof that I acknowledge that difference, that I realize most people wouldn't, or don't. I just want some kind of proof, to say, "I know I'm different, I've always known", so that people can't stand incredulously, wondering if I'm aware of all I'm doing. Here is a testimony to such. But I'm still okay.