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"When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life. -John Lennon"

When I was a child; much younger than I am now. I scared the children around me. By the time I was all but six years old I was friendless and alone. I saw why this was, and I understood that it was my fault alone, yet not mine.

Even at that young age, I watched the world with no curiosity or wonder. I observed it as a scientist with his experiment. I was impassive. Even now, I will not eat drink or sleep whilst there is something to watch.

As a result, the other children would not play with me; they claimed that I was creepy and strange. In reality, I scared them.

Somehow, as children do. They could sense that I could see into them and know everything there was to know about them. That I saw everything about them and understood it all.

It was truth, but I did not care.

Today. I have collected an imulgination of souls around me. They are all unique in some way, all have their own beauty that no-one else seems to be able to see; even themselves. But I can, and I have become friends with those people. Now, I am an essential part of them.

I am a rock on which they know will be there. Even in a storm.

Whilst others will watch the happenings of the world and make the appropriate noises of outrage or sadness and promptly moved on. I stayed watching, and I understood. But I had to stay silent.

Because, like I understand people. I understand that no-one will truly understand what I can.

So, I sit in silence. Watching the world move. But I myself do not.

Not one word is spoken without deliberation. Not one action is made with forethought. Because I have witnessed what ‘simple’ things have done for mankind.

Some have seriously believed it as a power that I hold. Being able to profile a man’s personality as easy as a drawing of his face.

 They believe I should be proud or my ability. For me, it is not something to be proud of. Understanding a man is not ability.

It is merely a part of me watching. Merely a part of me understanding what others overlook.

I only write here of this aspect of myself because this is where my stories come from. My observations of what happens in our world.

I have seen that pain is inflicted over things that do not matter. I have seen sadness created because of stupidity. I have even seen that man is capable of the darkest of things. And I understand it just as I do a man.

This is what lies inside my work.

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