The Human Vulnerability

Anger. Why am I so angry? Because I am actually not an angry person. Only when I come in contact with humans. Alone I feel peace. I make art. Alone I understand. I'm alone until the interference comes into the picture. Voices who are not my own around me. I pick up their energy. I know who they are. If they pick up my energy they know who I am too. But if they pick up energy though words I will be a mystery to them. The humans who are close to my heart, we don't need to speak. We know. Feels like we known forever. Known what? That feeling of knowing you are connected to a person in ways beyond the senses. But not everybody knows me. I'm angry because I am judged by what I do not say to humans. Already jugded before I speak so the first impression stays as who I am, to them. I guess it makes them think they know all my vulnerabilities. But when they don't think twice I'm always thinking. Thinking of every possibility. Thinking of how i can guide the lost human in front of me to finding themselve. The imperfect human with the most beautiful flaws. I dont judge, just Aware of how humans feel about thrmelves. I can help. But some humans choose not to listen to me. But like how I never listened to my mother, big mistake. She was always right.