I've been finding myself lost in thought quite often.
I feel differently than those who are around me.
In a way its almost relieving,
like the first breath you take from being under water too long.
I am odd
there is no questioning that.
I ask myself rhetorical quesitons.
What would happen if life itself isn't real?
What if I myself, as I am now, am actually an illusion?
Could I be someone who was made up in anothers imagination?
My mind is my most valued asset.
I am allowed to think whatever i choose.
It's not wrong or looked down upon in my mind to think of some of the things I do.
It's my escape.
I can be free. Not the cliche form of freedom,
But the type of freedom where going against the crowd is socially acceptable.
Where i can wear what i want without being labeled
I have created my own wonderland.
And I am proud to say that I am odd