The stares of uneducated onlookers do not bother those who are comfortable in their own skin. And the uneducated that I speak of is not people without an education, I speak of those who have not been educated in who I am or who you are. They look and judge based on the cover of a book which is our appearance, never delving in, to turn the pages. Some will come and read the back cover but that is only a small piece of the story which is us. It is surprising and nice to find those who will read the whole story. And it is sad to see the ones who will stop halfway through.
Rainy daze and Starry nights
Thoughts, wonderings, poetry, and my life for all to see
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