and don't even know it.
I say this because I myself learned about this about a year ago with the help of some new friends. For the longest I assumed there was something wrong with me for not wanting the same things as everyone else, or for thinking outside of society's "normal...
It shimmers in the mirrored lake
and flies past on a seagull's wing
It falls like tiny gentle stars of dew
then pours down in a torrential rain
Hand in hand, we walk through the forest
The world opens up into a cleared field
And then we see the invitation