The immortality of being normal. The rowing of your own boat. The existence of separation between people are blurry. The greatness that society thinks its building is negotiating fury. Diverse is more powerless than it’s ever been. The grouping together and flocking as birds of the same feather. Conflicting who you are with who you are told to be. Just to have what you think is peace is causing altercation with your heart and the influence to speak. Turning your back to drama and facing free, but are you REALLY? The only way of knowing is if people accept you as distinct or feel threatened by your uniqueness.

Are you an eagle or bumble bee? I, personally, was created as an eagle, but I had bumble bee tendencies because it was a no brainer. I’ve figured out that being accustomed to following kills the ability to lead. Slowing me up in speed. It’s nothing to the world to manipulate the head knowing that the body has no defense. Breaking the law puts us in police cars. Siding with so called convincing traps us in a “NO” behind bars. Strange has been violated by just alike. How people gone tell us how to live when they haven’t ONCE in their lifetime? Young, but stayed suffocated by safety. Expressing myself wasn’t happening, it was even overlooked by possibly. Individuality lives by freedom and adapting. Captivated by dreams; surviving off passion. God’s gift to the earth. Revealing yourself as an individual not someone who has to do certain things to be seen or just to seem cool. It’s individuality, I say create your own rules.