I’ve never been on the normal side of the family. the things i do and dont do tattoo me into the sidelines of the guild. The way i walk and the way i speak, the way i say things and how i feel all make me someone else. i am a apple in a whole basket of oranges.
walking in windswept forests of my time, i realise how i’ve been sidelines all my life, i am normal please i am normal, to myself. if only to myself. I am bound to my blood only in blood i’m so different. i love my family, they are the they in my stories, my happiness and my sadness. i want for only not to know of this. for a while i forget about everythings that yields in my mind and looks up at me. sometimes i stop to bend over a little stream to feel the water run through my fingers – its it only then that i’m truly free of them, only then i am i free of me.