It's weird when I started noticing my odd tastes - something broken inside.
I feel beauty where others don't, stopping where they rush past. I feel deeply but can't express why.
Later I realized when I couldn't express strong preferences, I'd just say anything's fine - numbing myself. I felt deeply broken inside.Yet life persists with such presence before me - isn't existing itself the way? Even numb, isn't this how nature moves forward?