Difference

He said that my views are not compatible with the surrounding and I said that I might not be correct but am sure that I am convinced. I conceived every bit of it like he did but I, on the other hand, perceived it entirely in a different manner as he did not. No one is answerable for what one thinks and acts but yes I might be answerable to myself that why am I so different. Why am I taking these notions into account when they are not even accepted and trusted? Probably it's what I dream of and want to live with but why am I not contributing to being a normal being like others. The reason is, this is my happy goal surrounding me with the exquisite flow of ideas. He was talking and I was breathing in every word he babbled knowing that I won't be understood but would understand well. Let's do a good thing that is: be a satisfactory listener! I begged my understanding to rhyme with his but it refused and so did i. but I continued to take in the vibration of everything. I was numb that why did he just choose to be different. For him, I was the culprit who was far different from what he has encountered till date. I was at fault for being a thing which was not discovered. 

A human so far is quite interested in undiscovered but does not reveal the greed of knowledge for it. From different set of actions, he tries to discover things by harming it, supressing it or boycotting it. He was just trying to solve me. He was trying to grab a book that was always half read. It was not his fault because I never prophesied or showed the repeated part of me. I put on weird attire which never matched my contribution to my personality. Still it was my choice because I was a nomad I realised. Yes a nomad who has no shelter and is never recognised. One who is identity less or I must say is a nobody. Nobody stands for stories from history. I write because I read. I read because I know I wanted thousands of lives and that would be possible only if I am able to read the differences in this world. Perceptions are better expressed when one knows how to shrink it to a page or two or many. And all I would say is he is trying to read me explore me and write a book of his own after he gets to discover me whole. It's the same like a reader travelling the world in the search of something which sooths him and is turned into words, a page or two or more and a book.