// August 11th of 2021
- One In An Infinite -
I see myself differently. Someone incomparable and unique and special. A one in an infinite.
But no, not on top of a pedestal.
I know things I can do that others can never. Skills that are mundane but of use. And I'm pretty sure other people have things all unique to themselves too. Something they can keep for a lifetime.
The little smile they do when they look at someone they love.
Or the way someone walks so gracefully.
Perhaps the way they arrange their thoughts.
And maybe how their words always leave an impact.
How beautiful can that be? To be in a world where no one can be anyone other than themselves. It's beautiful, because it means no one can ever be the color that you are, no matter how they compare their palette to yours.
We're all a different kind of pretty. Many people don't see that at first and that's okay.
Because you are always one in an infinite. You have your whole life to embrace that.
// D.A., Poems & Proses & Points of View
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Poems & Proses & Points of View
RandomA not so everyday entry of poems and proses filled with thoughts about the world and everything. All through the point of view of a hormonal teenager who matured too early and lived so foolishly. No regrets, though.
