whispers

the people who walk in the straightest lines, they hate abstract concepts. they detest anything they can't visualise. they dislike anything remotely imaginative, anything slightly non-stifling in the narrow black-and-white dominated world they reside in. man. i feel as though i'm drowning in crowds of these people, pressing up on either side of me until its hard to breathe. anytime i try to break from the norm, walk my own zigzag path that crosses in multiple different directions; i'm pushed into a box, four sides and black views. all these people i'm surrounded by constantly, day in day out, me they don't understand, and them i have no hope of ever comprehending. i detest the way they try to make me one of them. my drum is beating at an irregular kaleidoscopic fashion, similar to the pattern of my thoughts. yours, his, hers, all of you, have no variation whatsoever.

somedays, i just want to get out.