Less than Perfect

You don't get it. You don't get how I see things. You all see things blurred and unclear. Everything to you is dirty and dull. You don't understand how beautiful the world can be, because none of you let in the wonders of life. The way I see things is beautiful. It's pretty and clear. Everything is crisp and has the most detail you can possibly think of.

Do you know that feeling at 3 a.m. when you're so tired that the second you lay down you'll sleep? And when you're that tired everything is crisp and clear but you're mind is blurred and cluttered. Well, that's how I always am. Its the most amazing, beautiful thing in the world and I'm glad I have it. The problem is, I wish I could take it all back.