You. My mama said I was born different. With sun bleached chips on my eyelashes I approach, I see. I embrace the world differently. I see fairy lights, demons and ghosts. I taste the summer sky in the skin of the apple I carry this curse, this blessing. Believing in second chances. Happy ending the innate goodness of humans. My fists bluster against concrete walls because I don't give up. Just one more try, one more chance and the puzzle pieces were falling to place