Unique, to be the only one of its kind.. Different from others in a way that makes them special and worthy of note.. Thats what the definition is, or as close to a definition as I will ever get to.
Unique to mean to be different. Ashamed and unworthy, a pebble in a dish of rocks on display, to be noted only once, and then ignored by its fellow guests, sitting around it like a pack of wolves, discussing what actually matters.
Some people use this, to take initiative, to drive them to success, to proove not to the world, but to themselves, that they have not been cut or buffered, but found and titled. It is the thing that either builds great success, or triumphs in destroying potential. I have yet to determine, if I was created as a small tool for other admiring souls to become better to themselves, knowing they have comfort that they belong in what we've created as "normal" or if I am lazy in my craft, and will never fully reach that bar that I'm supposed to be able to grab and hang onto.
My path of emotional mutilation spirals, it become fear and hate, to be tamed and liveable, to then be reminded that I am nothing more than a rock thats been skipped over the water, trickling down years with my age drifting with it, to slowly sink, and never be thought about again. Once safe, and then abandoned for someone else's viewing objective.
Sincerely,
Kendra
posted by Kendra Robillard @ 9:30 p.m.
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