Sometimes it’s best to do your own thing 🖤
My family and so called friends have always made it clear to me that I am not special. But I don’t care, I know I’m not. I don’t want to be. I’ve never fit in anywhere. I enjoy what I enjoy, when I want to. I don’t hurt anyone or anything and when people act busted up about me needing space, I know they don’t have the patience for me. I know it’s never going to be a mutually beneficial connection because I’ll need to spend so much energy wading through their ego, we’ll never reach the depths of each other.
But my paint and brushes never beg of me. My pen and journal are always open. When I sing, I can harmonize with the frequency of my soul. No one ever sees this side of me. Because it’s special to me and I won’t have anyone coming in and wrecking my internal peace.
But my paint and brushes never beg of me. My pen and journal are always open. When I sing, I can harmonize with the frequency of my soul. No one ever sees this side of me. Because it’s special to me and I won’t have anyone coming in and wrecking my internal peace.