magaroo

The thing about me is that I am so different. I am a deer amongst tigers. It's hard to explain someone like me, I am found through my thoughts and feelings. Often people hope to stand out; be unique, and have even the slightest amount of originality. I, on the other hand, crave to lose my color sometimes, and simply appear 'black and white'. I appreciate all of my unique qualities and all that God has given me. Yet sometimes my mind, as beautiful as it is, gets the best of me and throws me into a cold black hole. Unfortunately I stay in there. I am a visionary; my eyes see things differently from the eyes of others. When I see joy and beauty, I see it like no other. When I see suffering and cruelty, it takes over me. If there were some sort of balance here for even just my eyes, I could perhaps learn to find peace within my mind. Somehow the glorious miracles in this world will never begin to compare to the hatred and deception that we as humans have created here. We have done this to ourselves, yet I try to be strong enough to function in it. All of these dark clouds do cause me an unbearable amount of grief. Perhaps I need to try harder to see the field of roses just across from the cemetery, but it appears that there are many more gravestones than roses in the ground. Still another ambivalent day unfolds...