The Lane

confused mind

Normal people always scared me but on the other hand, they brought me to smile. Isn't it funny watching people trying to be like everyone else and to not attract in the crowd? In this century it seems to me that every human is wanting to act like a exact copy of another human or celibrity. Extraordinary personalities are stamped as freaks or nerds. If we go back in history or look at the masterminds of our time we assert, that they never had lots of friends and leagurs. And what about me? Well I am not a mastermind or genius but I am not like everyone else or what everyone wants me to be so what or who am I? I am a living effigy of what I want to be. If there would not be this one thing dislocationing me all the time.Taking psychsedelics. Why did I start doing this? My parents always wanted me to not be like them I was under a high pressure to performe and I always had a problem with ranging myself in the society so I saw it as a escape from the reality. And now we are at the most changing day at my life thus how did this day start?

This was the day when everything begun  and my life repeated at zero again. It was the day I met her and started the greatest journey of my lifetime. It was a normal Monday afternoon, I ran out of school as the bell rang and walked my usual route home. The path guides me trough a little forest section and among a big bridge really close to the river floating by my home town. As soon as I reached the forest, my thoughts rotated around: I need some substance this day  was really shitty and this is my only ray of hope for today. But as I continued walking till I reached the big concrete bridge on which a lot of cars dazzled everything around them, I heard somebody whispering really quietly. It was the voice of a awed 16-years old girl cowering under one edge of the big bridge. The girl seemed really anxious to me so I decided to come closer really slowly. I asked her who she was and she whispered back with a soft voice: I am Halie. So Halie what are you doing here all alone? I am not alone becouse anyone suspended me here but because I want to be by myself. Are you going to sleep under this bridge Halie? It is geetting cold tonight. And why are you staying here by your own choice? Long story, Halie answered bored and with a trade of tiredness. I have got time tell me your story, I will pay attention and listen to your whole life tale if this is necessary. Halie threw her shoulder-length brown hair back and watched me with her light blue-grey eyes when she opened her mouth and started to tell me her backgrounds..