Let Down

When you're growing up, you change, without you knowing it. It just seems like in every academic year, it's always different. You just want to adapt to it, and go along. But what you don't realise is that you lose little bits of you as you gain more new. You would think differently, or at least , you would look ways into thinking differently so that you could improve - just you exploring the world. When that happens, you confuse yourself. You can't think about the thoughts of your past, because you are not a book. You are the character, so how can you look into a thrid person without an effort?

Even the best of people, can become unstable and forget where they stand. My feet is on the ground, but I can't feel them.

Everything is surreal to me. Maybe it's how I was brought up. I couldn't really blame anyone, it's me. When I step into a new house, my mind pictures it as it was. Like learning a new word, it's a new photographic atmosphere everytime. Words, literature, are just not the doorway to my emotions for me. I couldn't describe the atmosphere through that - it's more than just printed on text. It's more than where your imagination could take you. That is why I don't 'feel' when people tell me what's extraordinary. I'm always struggling to find where and how they put their words, and what is extraordinary anyway?

Somehow I've always wanted to incorporate that visually. I forget sometimes. You forget things.

I move all the time.