I’m the observer of a world I won’t ever understand. I have always had to put all my effort in to satisfying the “normal”. I am only now understanding, that I won’t ever satisfy the hunger society has for my normal. My normal wont ever exist.

What lies behind the clsoed door is my

feelings that won't be felt,

my insecurities that have never seen daylight,

and my vulnerability that I promised to never give a soul.

No plans but many outcomes

Epectations are the cause of all failures

Breaking through doors and windows, only to see a wall

Some see a wall, others see a canvas

The moon just blinked at me and told me to keep dreaming.

My canvas would be infinite.

It would be filled with the warmth of the sun and the beauty of the moon.

A field of flowers, created soley for dancing in.

And my passion filled paint strokes would create the most mesmerizing home just for the two of us.