Once upon a time I looked like my sister, like my mother, like my father. We all smiled the same, cocked our heads, had a dimple or two. Once upon a time, we could speak.
I waited to feel the wind kiss me and tell me I was older, grown tall like they always said I would. I was always waiting for the roof to cave in so that I wouldn't have to be here any longer. Make the roof cave in, I'll live outside. I will sleep with crickets beneath stars, and when it rains, I will embrace the fact that God created the Water Cycle and the Universe created God. I have always been a tad bit dyslexic and mixed up who made the chicken and who made the egg.
Once upon a time, I found cream cheese despicable unless it was pink. They said it was flavored with strawberries, but looking back it tasted nothing but sweetened cream cheese. I used to have a real hankering for sweet things. Now, a grape fruit will do.
When I grow up, I want to be a nomad, a poet, and a musician. I always had trouble agreeing with the other kids. I see life through a telescope. They see life through a sheet of wax paper. Only the paper itself is what they see clear.
Recently, I realized what makes me so strange. Not strange. Unique? Everyone is unique. Recently, I realized what makes me me.
I am ridiculously depressed yet absolutely adore being alive. Every feeling that I feel contradicts another, every thought that I think contradicts a different one at the exact same time. I make terribly little sense.
But so does the rest of the world.
I waited to feel the wind kiss me and tell me I was older, grown tall like they always said I would. I was always waiting for the roof to cave in so that I wouldn't have to be here any longer. Make the roof cave in, I'll live outside. I will sleep with crickets beneath stars, and when it rains, I will embrace the fact that God created the Water Cycle and the Universe created God. I have always been a tad bit dyslexic and mixed up who made the chicken and who made the egg.
Once upon a time, I found cream cheese despicable unless it was pink. They said it was flavored with strawberries, but looking back it tasted nothing but sweetened cream cheese. I used to have a real hankering for sweet things. Now, a grape fruit will do.
When I grow up, I want to be a nomad, a poet, and a musician. I always had trouble agreeing with the other kids. I see life through a telescope. They see life through a sheet of wax paper. Only the paper itself is what they see clear.
Recently, I realized what makes me so strange. Not strange. Unique? Everyone is unique. Recently, I realized what makes me me.
I am ridiculously depressed yet absolutely adore being alive. Every feeling that I feel contradicts another, every thought that I think contradicts a different one at the exact same time. I make terribly little sense.
But so does the rest of the world.
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