Nobody will ever forget you, never.

So many, yet, we have something in common ... we are all different.
I do not understand people who do not ask questions. I do not understand people who are not looking for answers. I do not understand why we strive to be all the same ... to dress the same attitude, to blend in between the same taboos, to close our eyes on the same issues, to wear the same banal uniforms copied from each other ... We are able to be anything, Just do not get out of the way. Let's not get out of the way, do not be tagged somehow, otherwise.
Otherwise ... it's not wrong. If it represents you and does not hurt anyone, otherwise, it's really good. It makes you irreplaceable.
We're still hiding our differences ... some with clumsiness, others with professionalism ... so we can integrate.
To be able to integrate where !? In a Forgotten Universe, where time is deaf to our prayers !? Where out there are no seasons, but it rains daily every second in the world and in us! Where life, smile, comforts have been captured, prisoners in photos !? Where people hide behind the dare and have a voice on paper only !? On paper, hopes do not hear. So I'm not coming.

This effort, in which we struggle not to be new, will mutilate our soul. An apple will never be inside, an orange ... I do not understand why people run a lifetime to integrate to the surface in a world where their interiors can not adapt.
I admire those who suddenly admire it, like a spark of a fire that shows signs that it will shortly be extinguished. Only a strong man is able to challenge society and get away from it.
It inspires me. How would it all go away and show everyone how different it is !? Does not anyone feel that trying to be all the same, is there too much monotony?
To accept being different and walking as you are, is to have the courage to be yourself. While others, although life screams at them, they are not as brave, not even standing alone in front of the mirror.

It seems like the silence surrounds them ... But you did not hear their shout inside. With the anemic soul, they seek, in vain, the colors of a rainbow. You are not looking for them anymore. Because you let your mind listen to your heart. You are only colors, you yourself. They hang on a dream ... even now they dream ... while you take steps out of your dream, out.
I admire those who can not be contaminated. They perceive reality in their own way, while the rest, not only do not understand it, but even underestimate it. They always have big ideas that do not go too far, making their life out of nothing, in fact. You make connections with other people or ideas that they fail to do. They do not even get tired of thinking. You break and break barriers to bring these ideas to the world at the same time as they build invisible limits to protect themselves.
They believe in destiny ... They believe that everything that is to come is already written. You believe in destiny, but you think everything that's next, it's your writing to do with your hands.
All this, I make you to be YOU. Nobody will ever forget you, never.