a different kind of human.

I had a problem when he told me, “Oh! I thought you enjoy being told you are different.”

But that sentence doesn’t mean anything to me anymore. It’s just like walking into a garden and tell every leaf that “you are different”, “you are different”, and “you are also different”.

What we all have in common is, we are different.

Instead, I enjoy being told that I am, a different kind.

I enjoy being told that I am, pure. I enjoy being told that I am, just like myself.

And I am in love with feeling this way.