In sleep, fantasy takes the form of dreams. But in waking life, too, we continue to dream beneath the threshold of consciousness, especially when under the influence of repressed or other unconscious complexes. ~Carl Jung

My life isn't easy.
There is no simple answer to the way I perceive the world, or what lies in it, what I see in growing consequence is the destruction of creativity, and the oppression of the open mind.

Society expects us to be everything they have systematically programmed into our heads, we are supposed to be tall, thin, beautiful, and the computational epitome of perfection both in mind, and body.
You cannot apply for a job without having to take a test that proclaims, by a computer's standards, that you are of the categories that are considered acceptable to human society, or the outcast that never fits in.

When you are an outcast that never fits in, the world at large perceives you as a threat, something to get rid of, trash that has to be swept under the rug. There was a time that humanity once celebrated diversity, because it made us stronger as a species.

Labels are now cast upon people that don't fit into society's norm.

Freak. Stalker. Obese. Ugly. Disgusting. Psychotic.

These are words people used to describe me.
These are words people consider me... because I'm different.

I'm not thin. I'm not beautiful. I'm not always reserved.
I am compassionate, loving, and an individual.

I don't see people as the labels they design for themselves, as such, the world for me is blurred... just like my eyes.
I see things in shapes and colors... there are no definitive lines that give face and form to the way I view the world, I hear the sound of the earth with the roll of the breeze and smell the fragrance of natural perfume with flowers, sun, and rain.

I'm different from everyone else... and because of that... people hate me.