Wow. When does one feel compelled to tell herself that they don't belong? Or don't need to be trying to fit in because they never will? Or sing because they're happy because it's wrong timing for everyone else? Or ask a question because she doesn't understand, even though it makes perfect sense to everyone else? Or ask a question because it's polite, but possibly unappreciated? Or feel something for once because her entire life has been numb and unremembering? Or talk because she wants to be heard? Or sit in the grass because it reminds her of a day gone bye?
Maybe now's the time. But I hope she doesn't stop, because I, myself, never will.
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