I have friends. I talk normal. I react like everyone else. I speak like a man. But I'm not, because I am not like them. They say I'm crazy. They say I'm mad. They say I'm insane. They are not insane they do not meet someone and with in a simple exchange of hellos have thought of 5 different ways to kill the person they meet. They don't go to the kitchen and take a knife and stand behind their family with it ready to slit their throat without hesitation. They don't see a person in line talking about someone they know in a rude way and have to restrain themselves from grabbing the persons skull and smashing their face into the nearest wall they don't think that. They think wow this person needs to shut the hell up. They see the world as dreary and grey not that vibrant. I see it as vibrant intense filled with Color and always ready to burn given the slightest spark. Because fires embers are a lovely hue and beautiful shade
