I have so many thoughts that I want to scribble down on paper, but I lack the patience to do so. I want scream at the top of my lungs the things that are pouring through me, in hopes that somebody will hear me and understand me. I am building my glass house again, but instead of pure blue it is a mixture of colors. Why glass? Because as a human my life and mind are fragile, as is glass. I am no different than the other people that walk this earth. I was not given super powers so that I could endure more or less pain of any type. I was not given a superior mind. Nor was I given anything else to make me unequal. I could pretend that I am stronger than what I really am, but I am fed up with pretending. So, I will continue to create my glass house. It will be beautiful and when the light hits it, it will act like a prism and reflect the many colors of the rainbow. When darkness falls, the colors will draw dim, only to be re-lit the next morning. It may not last forever, but I can rebuild and I can heal. I have plucked glass from my skin before and there are no shards left in my eyes. My tears can now fall freely and wash my body. Pain can be good at times, for how would we know happiness and comfort if we did not have pain.
Anyways, I have to go shower or something because my head hurts from the amount of activity. It feels good to think again.