You stand there, looking at the water. That whitish skin that lies within you. The bluish glow that surrounds your bare hands. You’re as pale as chalk can be. Every day, you would sit aside from the others, waiting for a pal to show up; the other people wouldn’t even look at your unusual figure. You would wonder countlessly why this came to be. You wonder if it’s that white cloak that has been wrapped around you. You wish you knew why this day has come. You think you’re not human at all. Others are joyfully jumping and jogging while you sit. Nobody pays attention to you, even though you smell of flowers. You are like a bird; you soar a little while others walked. Maybe, your destiny belongs high above the clouds!!! You figured your way, you are free from dismay, you finally feel clear of this day.