I’ve always formed an instant bond with eccentric people the ones scorned for being weird by a society focused on coloring between the lines but I love the unconventional the oddballs the misfits minds that are bottomless wells of inspiration, innovation, creativity of dreams turned into reality it doesn’t surprise me why misunderstood people prefer to live as hermits ain’t no use playing piano to cows
II.
take my girl, ms. emily d. an introvert poet who lived in isolation she probably preferred the friendships of her ghosts the companionship of her thoughts than to waste time with people who underestimated her because she was quiet no use convincing them QUIET doesn’t mean SHY but then I wonder if she ever regretted not falling in love? did she even try? or was she so afraid of falling of failing she never let herself jump
III.
stop dwelling on the negative be positive, they say like you can control your feelings an on off switch so I try not to bother them with my emotions because they’re always annoyed if I’m not smiling not pretending to be the light giving energy others need but last summer I visited the moors following the footsteps of the Brontes it rained all day the land shrouded in ghosts of gray so contrary to my California Sun and being quarantined now I empathize how one can lose sight of hope it’s hard to keep smiling when day and night intermingle until you lose sense of time and meaning and you get lost in loneliness lost in your thoughts lost in their fascination of turbulent men so lost it’s terrifying will I ever see the sunlight again? will I ever feel love on my skin? did they wonder if they could tame the rochesters and the heathcliffs of unrequited love did charlotte finally panic? was that why she settled for something less? what if I die loveless and unhappy at 38?
IV.
in fourth grade I read the works of a Canadian darling dear Maud so began my love for Anne and her imagination and romantic lyrical prose and the longing to find kindred spirits who understand my brand of weird on my 31st birthday I traveled to the island for a chance to breathe her air Maud Montgomery also gave up on romantic love eventually his name’s not important but I believe she loved a man her family deemed not good enough and he died soon after no wonder she deemed love tragical she settled too when she finally married at 37 I’m getting there dearest Heavenly Father, you do realize I’m getting there, don’t you? but nothing could live up to the ideals of a romantic dreamer I’m afraid
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I’m afraid falling could mean failure all my creative heroes died depressed and alone never discovering the love they craved the touch they desired logic says if p then q or something like that I’ve never been good with math and logic and that rational **** but if they are my kindred spirits then am I doomed to share the same fate?