It's like an experiment really. One I'm starting to immensely enjoy. It's kind of like a sculpture. I mold it, shape it, make it strong, but at the end of the day I have no idea how it will turn out. Will it be a masterpiece, or just another of my failed attempts? I think I just have to remember that you can look at a statue from different angles, and even though some parts might not be perfect, others may take my breath away. It's staggering how much I have gained and how I'm more confident than ever that I have nothing to lose.
He used to think he was the strangest person in the world, but then he realised there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like him, who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways he was. He imagines these people and wonders if they are thinking of him too. He imagines their faces, and the road they had to overcome. He imagines how one day, they shall meet and instantly connect, form great bonds, which shall forever remain intertwined. So if you are out there, then know that he is here, and just as strange as you.
He used to think he was the strangest person in the world, but then he realised there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like him, who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways he was. He imagines these people and wonders if they are thinking of him too. He imagines their faces, and the road they had to overcome. He imagines how one day, they shall meet and instantly connect, form great bonds, which shall forever remain intertwined. So if you are out there, then know that he is here, and just as strange as you.
