Sometimes i search for the meaning of the words,
Not in the dictionary but in discourse,
What does it mean to others,
And how much of the world it covers,
Tell me what it mean to you,
So i can get a clue,
To fathom the differences it brought,
In reality as well in thoughts.

I was loved
When I was young and free

I was loved
When my hair caught the breeze

I was loved
When the willows would sing for me

Then
        
            it

                    stopped.

I am not loved
Because I love myself

I am not loved
Because their hair doesn't catch the breeze

I am not loved
Because the willows only sing for me.

I am hated for
my differences.

A little work
will make a difference.
Don't hesitate to
make a change.

To Hope means to ,
reverse the death ,
the only reality ,
into a flower of difference .
To Hope means to ,
separate barriers ;
onto which lingers the truth .
To Hope means to ,
believe changes are good .
With you gone I realize ,
Sometimes against all odds ,
All logic ,
we still hope .
~ Adaa Sayed

different isn’t special.

in fact it’s quite very normal.

ironically it’s the same for everyone.