People. They consider me weird, as I`m deeply into poetry and writing, I think of myself as a blend-in in nature and have problems to really relate socially. I don`t like being with people much, they seem so shallow..
I just adore to walk barefeet on the soft blades of grass splashed with little dew crystals, sing by the brilliant lady the Moon, marvel over that huge black sky splashed with diamonds, hear the robin`s sweet melody, read and get into all kinds of adventures, feel the breeze touch my skin and blow my dark gold curls from my face..
Is this such a crime? I know I`m not that special, I know I`m not something amazing. But I`m curious.. I would like to be a phantom, and just observe..
I`m only 15 years old, and already tired with love.
Am I such a klutz?
What am I?
Why?
What can I do, people just can`t seem to leave me be?
2007-03-13
16:05:16
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