As the light shines through my window in bright flashes, I sit and think. The soothing sound makes me calm. Things are better, but I still wonder. Too many things. I’m waiting, but I don’t know if it will be too late once the time is right. I’m not sure what to think or what to believe is real. I have thoughts bursting out of me, but I keep them at bay. I am different and things are different. I had this idea, but its not what I see, so only I can change that. If people don’t know what I’m talking about, good I don’t want them to know. And if they think they know, they are probably wrong. Maybe that’s the problem.
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