Me, Being Strange.

Oh, all the things I've seen and not seen. Sometimes I wonder what lies invisible to me, just out of reach, felt but not touched...

You know?

I can be in a room with just a few people and feel like there's a crowd behind me. I feel it. I can sense the emotions, like I've said a million times before. It's not clear, or precise, or sometimes even accurate. Inaccuracy is sort of rare in this gift of mine, but it does happen every now and then, when someone is especially good at faking.

But I feel the presence of people. People that aren't nearby...at all. I don't think it's weird, though, because it's probably just my own emotions going haywire. I don't know, maybe?

Strangeness. I live in such an odd world. And I really, truly, passionately love it.