I love being different, it makes me who I am. I love that I stand out from everyone else. At times it can be so hard though, because I can feel like a freak, and it makes me upset. I wish people, looked at me normally but they do not. Their fault I guess, but it can be so hard at times, and I wonder if I should just be normal to have people love me again.
She came from the sun, and her mood from the moon, she had the power of the wind in her. She did things others would not, she pushed through when nothing was there. The nature was her will, and the sound of wildlife was her fight song. She was the one who ranwith wolves, and the creatures in the woods.
The more older I get, I feel more weak. Maybe it is because I am missing something or have a disorder of some type. I hope it is something of those sorts. I do want to figure out why I feel fucking like a dead corpse everyday.
The whole winter here, has been rather some disgusting mess of rain. The first snow storm has came, and it looks wonderful. At the night it looks stunning. The stars making the snow glitter, and with the bright moon outside. It just makes me feel a lot better. Something about winter makes me feel complete.
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this so lovely. and l must agree l love winter, and cooler temperatures. cant handle the heat. l live in Australia, and l look forward to winter each year.
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