I am not your charity case. I am not some pathetic self loathing teenager. I am a single person with a single strong view and a million thoughts. I have my doubts, my insecurities - my flaws - but they don't govern all of my decisions.
I am my own person.
Open your eyes.
I can't show you who I am unless you already know me. For who I am.
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I hate cryptic things. I hate cryptic crossword puzzles - the day I can rightly guess one word will be glorious indeed! In romantic novels, sure, the cryptic characters do hold a certain charm, luring me in, (but how can anyone resist them anyway?) but often upon cracking the code - solving the mystery - I find myself completely and utterly disappointed. Surely it is cruel, to build up all of this allure - this elusive character - only to spring something completely unexpected?
Ah, enough about cryptic... If you're still with me, just a question. It's been hovering in my mind:
What do you see in a face - beauty, emotion, truth, persona? Or do you see anything at all?
I am yet to do so.
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