Writers Jam

All I've been feeling was way too much, too deep, too naive, too good perhaps a little bit odd too, but that didn't stop me from feeling oddly beautiful about my flaws and indeed I am beautiful, but in the most odd ways. Summer, spring, winter fall passer by, but here I am feeling the same -longing, yearning & stuck between forgetting and letting go. It's not a sin to feel too much but it is definitely a sin to be different (or) perhaps trying to fit, despite being different. I am not ungrateful, but I am not polite too for that has happened or keep happening to me. Indeed being beautiful is way too different from being oddly beautiful. It's not a sin to feel beautiful, but it definitely is a sin to feel oddly beautiful. Too poetic it sounds, but do you feel the rhythm of my heartbeat feeling way too different from being different? Complex, isn't it? It indeed is, maybe I might be exaggerating or maybe not, but it is the truth of abnormal people like me who have felt oddly beautiful more than they've felt beautiful. Ironic isn't it? How beauty has always been the victim of racism and beautiful has always been the smiley of pretty.