I love looking at things

And seeing the beauty that may lie beneath.

Sometimes I stare at things so long

That my mother gets worried.

But I just smile at her reassuringly.

She wouldn’t understand.

She doesn’t see things like I do.

She doesn’t see the colors twist and turn

Or the shapes break apart…

And describing it to her

Only makes her worry more.

But that’s ok!

I will just continue enjoying

My distorted reality.