The list of things I own.

 When you sit down at your favourtie table in your favourite coffe shop, in that special bench in your favourite walkway which you feel is your own property. That is how it is for people like me who are drowned in their own thoughts, they have these little comfy places that they think they own because other people didn't notice the beauty in them. You introduce special people in your life to these places and they thank you for letting them see the charm of a little goddam bench to which you are certain they will come back to, and so on. This is how it is for people like me, we glimpse beauty in the smallest details. In the corners of some random building, in the warm sun rays cracking its way through the branches of a tree, in the white rose resting between her golden hairs. We own the moon, the night, the silence, the city lights, the cold breeze, the sunrise, the sunset, the waters splashing as they hit the rock you are sitting on, the melancholy of a dead tree. We can feel, and feeling is the catalyst to our lives, love is the inspiration to our writings and motivation is our first aim. We aren't antisocial but we prefer silence to many things in this life. We can be writers, doctors, males, females, black, white, or even blind. We are present, we are amongst you.