Because nothing really matters if the trees are still green, or if the sky is the most vibrant shade of blue, because we are not the kind of species to bleed out cries of "please-
bring some type of change!"

But I am not the typical human, I need change like I need the rain for life to bloom. I need change like I need you- the careful grasp on the wrist, guiding me like the watchful mother I will always love.

But I do not see things in the way that others breathe. I do not think purely for me. I desire another's happiness- to see the joy spread across that face like they're children who perceive the world like a giant candy store through huge lenses.

What does that mean? Perceiving oneself to be different. Am I truly unique like a rare gem in a desolate cave, or rather, does that make me a humanistic vessel wandering around in this huge world?