Am I weird? Or I am weird, enough. Am I weird if I can't stay at one place for too long? Am I weird if the idea of getting hooked to one person haunts me? Am I weird if I run out of words sometimes? Am I weird if I don't pluck flowers because dead flowers scare me? Am I weird if I ask for wishes from a star glimmering in the sky? Am I weird if abandon lanes excite me more than the citylights? Am I weird if I don't find poetry beautiful sometimes? Am I weird if I want to drink wine with devil and talk about his love life?
