#spokensoul
People call me strange.
They say I live in fantasies.
They call me weird, shy—
A soul who always tries to escape from reality.
An impractical, imperfect introvert.
But what people don't know is:
I’m not strange—just simple and safe in my own space.
Not a survivor of fantasies,
But someone who uses them to ease the weight of life.
Not weird, but vowful.
Not an escaper, but an exceptionist.
I am not broken—just different.
Not lost—just elsewhere.
Not weak—just layered.
Not escaping—but creating.
So let them call me strange,
But know this—
In a world that often forgets to feel,
Maybe strange is exactly what we need.
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 10:17 AM UTC
We began like a Kachha Mango
raw, restless, alive.
We ended like Dairy Milk
sweet... but quiet inside.
The sweetness never changed,
so why did the doting fade?
Why so hidden like a god in stone,
meant to be felt, never shown?
Where did our half-bloom go
too flimsy to be real?
Real enough to feel,
yet not real enough to stay. 🍫
@NomaInfine777
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 1:31 AM UTC