Flooding into my mind,
Sparked by a single word.
Constantly pondering,
Death,
Life,
People,
Pain.
They escape my minds' chains as quickly as they came and are forgotten forever.
My thoughts make me different.
I think of the impossible being possible,
The untruthful becoming reality,
Evil to Angel,
Hateful to loving,
People to person.
My thoughts often wander to observation,
Of the silent,
The strong,
The ignorant,
The annoying.
People spark my interests,
Intrigue me to discover what under their skin.
But they're all the same.
Watch their eyes,
Their actions,
Their reactions,
Their speech.
They all hide the same thing,
Fear.
Fear of difference,
Fear of isolation.
The way you think is the only way to seperate yourself from the mass.
