I see differently.
I see all the beauty in things.
Things not expected.
I see what they don’t.
Every color, every shape.
Light among the dark.
Some don’t see the point.
They trudge along, ignoring.
But what if they stop?
Try different too?
Join in all the crazy?
Method to madness.
I run all around,
absorbing all that I can.
Smelling and looking.
Doing all these things,
I probably look silly.
But that’s the fun part.
I like different.
It makes people ask questions.
Makes them see new things.
The title is why,
but I still don’t have a clue.
Not that there’ll be one.
It’s just my nature.
I see the beauty that’s there.
The beauty within.