I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine them, and imagine that they must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it's true I'm here, and I'm just as strange as you. ― Frida Kahlo
Are we all so different
at some levels we are
just the same.
just to confuse us..because
beneath the melanin,
apparatus.... just the same.
Ideas differ, peculiarities do exist
even roads we take are different.
But, someone is always there
with whom vibrations, perfectly match.
Are we all not dreamers
We all are, achievers.
Are we all not sad, or in a way
are we all not mad ??
After hot, there is winter cool,
within us there's a wise, a fool.
Few emotions we can never tame..
Because, we're just the same.
I realize, we are not so different..
a misguided concept we grow up with
We all need love,
We all care for friends, because
we're just the same.