If the world has color,
People like me are paints and brushes.
I'm far from the norm like it's Pluto.
What is the name given to those people?
Crazy.
Why crazy? We're people.
They just want to find a title
Of all books that stand out in a shelf.
Some have imaginary companions.
Some are volcanoes erupting words and sounds.
Some just use their eyes as telescopes.
Being crazy doesn't mean being the offspring of Saden.
In this lifelong math equation,
people + crazy = people and
people + crazy also = world wide excitement.
Without those supposedly crazy,
There's no mental evolution.
Without crazy,
There's no imagination.
Without crazy,
Where's life's color?
About the Creator
Monique Star
I'm not the most sophisticated adult out there. I'm also not the best at communicating all the time, but I do try my best to get my thoughts out there into the world verbally or nonverbally.
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.