Imagine taking pictures of a sunrise in a cup, sharing them with total strangers who hate you, and when you show them that you can melt into the background madness the same as you strangely appeared, out of nowhere, one random day, speaking a foreign language, perceived as oddly curious, a "swan among ducks" was said, later, you gently show them that it's painfully obvious that it's more of a gifted poison dart frog among average toads and mongrels, ghouls and bottom feeders, I am painted in so many colors, and you are not, you are a grim white or ghastly black, it wasn't a joke or jesting, I gave a gift you did not ask for, those are the best gifts, I have nothing else to give but silence. You can hear hearts break in that if you only listen…
Here's the truth. You talk to an empty sky, whereas, my sky isn't empty, it can be angry, but it never leaves me, no matter how unhappy or alone I feel, even in a crowd, even on my worst day, I say "thank you for this day" for a reason, I can be frighteningly alone among so many people, a sea of people, but, I always have that, it never leaves me, it won't leave me, and this is why we aren't the same.