Friday, September 19, 2014

on a visit


i see their world. they dont try to hide it. everywhere is teeming with them. they flaunt what they have, minimize what they dont. of course i see them, how can i not. i'm different. i know i am; they know it too. i am not like them, as much as they are not like me. but every once in a while, occasionally, now and then. i wish --i almost wish-- i could join them, be part of their world. do what they do, and say what they say. be like them... be one of them. it doesnt work, i've tried. i cant be one of them. i simply dont belong. my world and their world are much too different. they just dont coincide. i suppose i'm better off the way i am. like me, and not like them. like in my world. not theirs.