I love to have conversations with the walls of my room
I love to arrange my clothes according to their hues
I love to assign birthdays to my pokemons
I love to pretend to be part of an open-world reality show
I love to sing like Janis Joplin in the shower
I love to make my own constellations and give them names
I love to write with my weaker left hand
I love to read about rare mental disorders
I love to buy unnecessary things on discount
I love to observe people and imagining their secrets
I love to play chess thinking the pieces are real
I love to be ignorant about the trending news
I love to mix two different chocolates in my mouth
I love to have a new alarm tone every day
I love to dance like I’m eighty five
I love to give my own names to people
I love being weird
Weirdo
Frank Solanki 
A warm, comforting hug in poet form. Love it!
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Keep on being weird, my man. 🙂
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You as well. 💥
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A great poem. I could befriend such an odd person.
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Do you also count syllables and steps?
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Frank, have you been peeking through my window again?
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I think you have a rich interior life! the world needs more imagination and creativity.
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Thank you, Madeline.
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