My Ways

I’ve always loved the things that the rest of the world forgot

Like snails, slugs, warms and frogs

I see beauty in broken things left behind

In every weird place where silence hide

I guess I love doing things alone, love being the only one

Some might say I’m only running away,

Others might say I’m just being unique

Well none are mistaken...

I also love ghost stories; some might wonder why?

Well…

We all are ghosts until someone comes and colors our skin

We all are hollow figures until we’re fill in

I also love it because it triggers the fear of the unknown

So I’ll keep watching horror movies until it is no more

I’ll keep experiencing fear over and over until I have no future frights

Weird methodology, I know..

But this is me and my weird ways of living or should I say loving life?