I miss the feeling of getting to know by someone.
It feels like a long lost memory.
For today, I’m a little too much for the world. Not all people will understand.
I’m a little too peculiar for the world to see.
I’m a little too kind for the world to care.
I’m a little too loud for the world to hear.
I’m a little too much of anything I can think of, and no one will notice.
But I’m looking forward.