I Didn't Ask For This

I didn't ask for this.
I didn't ask for late-night functioning that only my brain seems to run on. I didn't ask for the craving of candles and their calming flickering spirits. I didn't ask for the explosive thoughts that constantly cause me to escape from reality. I didn't ask to fall in love with beautifully written literature, and the simplicity of handwritten letters. I didn't ask to drink tea on a daily basis, or get lost in a new place. I didn't ask to feel decades older than my peers, or to feel like my old-soul will never be able to connect with someone my age. I didn't ask to feel like I'm alone in a place full of billions of people. I didn't ask for someone to see me, really see my soul, but you read my writing...my deepest thoughts. And if that isn't seeing someone's inner being then I don't know what is.