Life scares me. People scare me. The things I see scare me. And it has always been that way, for as long as I can remember. Something changed for me though, eleven years ago, when I finally realized no one else could see like me. No one else can see their wings. Just me.
I try to go on with my life like normal, and I’m getting so much more used to the way I have accepted it’s going to be from now on. I tried to tell people about things I see a long time ago, when I was so much younger, and of course the first thing they did was put me on medications and started throwing my life to thousands of therapy sessions, all at the age of ten.
Of course nobody believed me. Why should they? I wouldn’t believe myself either.
I can see things, find things, notice things, that shouldn’t be here. This is the twenty-first century, right? People shouldn’t be still believing this. Nobody else does.
I grew up, living elementary years always chatter...