Strange Brain

Sometimes i like to think im different from everyone else, you know ? That my brain works different. I'm not saying its superior in any way but just that i have a deeper thought process than most around me. Nobody matches it, it can be frustrating sometimes. I like poems about about beautiful things, about girls with ruby lips and stories written on their wrists. I think because its something i can relate to. I like poems about forests and how they make you feel invincible when your toes touch the mossy earth for the fist time. I like poems about girls who love so deeply and pure but they are so terrified of getting there heart broken, so scared that the one they love most will leave them. That they will just wake up one morning and see them for all that they really are and fall out of love. Those are my favorite. Its real. It happens everyday.  I enjoy beautiful things and beautiful things are not always happy things. I have this picture journal and one of my favorite photos is of a woodland forest with a heavy mist. You cant quite see through all the trees and i think i like it most because it holds promise of something else. You never know whats hidden just beyond the trees, just hidden beyond that fog. It has potential. Lately iv been so scared because i feel like world is going so fast around me, like time is just whizzing by and i cant stop it, I feel like i'm frozen watching everyone else live there lives but i'm stuck in the quick sand. I spend most of my days just trying to find anything to do to occupy my mind, mostly reading, that has been the only thing that has helped me. I like stories about strange things, angels, demons, vampires, immortals. I like to read about impossible things because i like to think if you can believe in the impossible than maybe its not so impossible after all. It takes my mind away to another place, another world, where i don't have to hurt as much. The pain is still there, but believing in these things makes it a little more bearable. It gives me hope that magic exists in this hideous world. That there is beauty somewhere, even when its not around me.