Gardener
296 Words
This is me. I'm a guy. I live by my self. I talk to myself sometimes. I enjoy being around myself. I know it sounds like I'm a weirdo. But let's not forget that I enjoy being called a weirdo. For one reason this world has too many perfect and normal people. Not to mention many crazy people too. But there are a lot less people that are called weird. Because weird is something that is hard to understand. Right? I guess I'm just to complicated to be understood by many people then.
When I was born. I was called a curse. That is bad luck and with many other stupid names. I felt hatred againstq myself. I felt the height of it at a level that I experienced fear. Well it made me experience a lot of other things too? Like how not to give up. How to stand up for myself.
Especially not to mention. How to live on side walks. Which is kind of my favorite place. I know weird; right? Maybe just one of a kind. Its the reason why I do everything myself.
I even have a small business. I have a good job as an engineer. Gladly its because I give my time to understand myself.
Many asked me. Why my eyes glitter? Its like I have tears in them. Even tho I don't. Some say its because I'm in pain. A permanent pain but of what? Even I don't understand. It's my past that troubles my eyes. Or is it that I am always just by myself. Well I don't blame anyone else for my pain. It's the path I followed. Its my own
fault for not jumping off that path.
That gave me the pain. I bare today.
- Writer
