I have never felt like I quite belonged anywhere. When I was a kid I always felt like I was in a glass box. I could look out at the people around me and they could look in, but we could never touch. I felt so separated, so isolated. Where I lived only magnified the horrible isolation that I felt. I was a freak, an outcast, an anomaly. I learned to deal with it. I realized however, that it wasn't like that everywhere. Elsewhere I was able to live in peace with my strange problem. I felt, and still feel, like maybe I wasn't supposed to be born in Helena Arkansas.
Slowly as I became comfortable in my own skin, different became special. And I began to see the others like me all around. I started noticing the magnetic effect that we had and I began to understand things better. And even though I have come to know that I'm a homeless soul I still hold out hope that one day I might be able to find where I belong and finally rest.
