syeri

I like the box that I am in. I can call it home. Transform it to a rocket ship. Go to worlds unknown. Turn it into a submarine. Go down the ocean floor. Take it out as a 4x4. Explore the great outdoors. Travel back to the past, Or go to future time. My box will always keep me safe It's all i have...it's mine.

Who says I am a stranger When you are stranger than me? Define what is different. Point out my abnormality. Is it my appearance? Is it the way I move? It is what makes me unique. It is just what I do. Look at all these stereotypes. Do I fall under 'strange'? What's the measure for a stranger? How is weirdness ranged? Get to know me for a while. Does that change your view? Unusual from the start Now is familiar to you.

Yum, Yum. It's so much fun! A bowl of cereal and fresh milk abound. Have some bread and jam, why not? The day is great. Don't mind the weight. Have a pancake, one or two. Drizzle the syrup, add some fruit. Have some coffee, black for me. A happy day it will be.

A floodgate has been opened in my mind. Words continuously flowed out. I fear that if I held it all in, I'd burst. I need to write. I have to write, So many ideas in me. They prance around in my thoughts, I'm starting to get a headache. Even in sleep they invade my dreams. A poem, a story, a song. If only I could switch it off, But I dread it would leave me blank.