My family. They are all the same. Their hair. Their eyes. Both are filled with a subtle darkness. They see through a dark, hazel eyes. And their dark hair is shiny and flowing. It stays stagnant, untouched.. obeying their original placement.

Me on the other hand, I look at the world through an individual variety of darkness. Blue. My eyes are like the waves of a storm in the open ocean; dark on the outside, but calmer toward the inside. My golden hair clashes when next to the dark brown of my family’s. Instead of staying stagnant, the strands run rampant sticking out at all angles. In comparison, my hair is soft and silky to the touch, whereas their hair is dry like the hair of a golden retriever. I am the odd-ball. I am the odd-ball and I love it.