Peculiar Thoughts Of A Queer ||rants||

I'm just a kid who goes by them.
Just a queer kid.
Just a Gemini.
Just someone.
Just a person with peculiar thoughts nobody cares about.
Yet, strangely, I carry on spreading these peculiar thoughts.
In need of attention?
That's not it.
In need of love?
That part is fulfilled.
So what?
To spread my words?
No.
I do this so I can catch a dose of reality.
A dose of who I am.
A dose of the writer I am.
A dose of things I never want, but I need.
Reality is a peculiar thing, to me.
I am a peculiar thing, to me.
We are all peculiar things, to me.
And that is just the way it is.