how strange!

How strange it is that we can be so extravagant!
How strange it is that we love to hide it so.

Such a bland existence it would seem. You all follow each other and decide what is cool just because you saw it in a magazine.

Ha.

I laugh at this silliness.
There is something so pure in knowing exactly who you are.
I will pull out my orange heels and walk tall in them, despite what you say.

Dip your hair in a dye, say you love your G!d.
Do what it is that delights your soul exactly.

Dance in the street, dance in your room.
Dance when everyone is sleeping, dance when everyone tells you not to.

Some call me, a free spirit.
I laugh at this too.

I am not so much free, and not more free than you.
I just decided a long time ago that I would not care if people judged.

It is my life to be strange in.
Why hide underneath the pablum?

Ha.

I laugh always.
This keeps me happy and so incredibly strange and extravagant!

At least that is what they tell me.