She and I decided we were the tributaries.
Existing on the outer rim of the mainstream.
Watching the river of conformity roll past us, commenting on the masses.
Wanting to be a part, yearning to be accepted, but yet not wanting this at the same time.
Acknowledged for our quirks, but not ridiculed for being different.
We stood there for a few moments, soaking wet in our perspective.
Realization emerged that in order to divert the path of the mainstream, we must first get our feet wet.
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