the special people

Everyday, I meet different people, in all shapes, in all sizes, in all ages and in all moods.
But there are "special ones", that always touch our hearts. The ones that usually talk to themselves while standing in an empty space, the ones that have bad tantrums whenever they get easily tired, the ones that move only when asked to, the ones that have feet and arms but doesnt know how to use them and the ones that live in their own world. sometimes they can be so funny, but beneath the smiles, always lies the deepest sad feelings.

They always touch mine. Before, i thought they are probably treated nicely because they are children and they would be pretty much be taken care of. but when they get older, life doesnt really get easy on them. especially when they are already my age. they cope up with life, but age doesnt cope up with them. they still act like 10 year olds when they have the anatomical features of a grown up adult, they still love coloring books when they should be working and they still smile shyly like kids when they should be seriously mature..but because they're different and for them, life is nothing special.

When I get to be with them, I wonder whats going on with their minds, what do they think of normal people like me, and what makes them tick? Sometimes, I realize above all the complaints I have in my life, maybe they should be the one who should have bigger problems. But they dont care. They just roam through life like kids. Nothing matters as long they get through the day. they become numb from all the emptiness they've collected. They become used to the unloving environment they've grown with. u can stare at them all day and they wouldnt know a thing.

At the end of the day, I breathe through this real world.
Everyday i try to understand the people I love and everyday I care about them, because I wouldnt want them to be numb and disappear in this real world, forgetting how much they've been always loved.