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Yet Brilliant


I'm colourless and invisible;

Splashes of colours make me a beautiful mess.

Detailed focus painting stresses me to be perfect to fit into the art museum standard.

I'm a nobody.

I don't want to be noticed yet I don't want to be ignored. I'm lazy yet I work hard. I care yet I don't tell.

Conflicted contradictions. A perfect paradox.
 
Immersing myself into the smell of books, I like the feeling of a thousand thoughts put together to form their own perfect story.

I like dreams, because dreams are unreal, dreams are fake, dreams takes you to a place of your choice, somehow like a paradise with perfect people, angels and maybe a fantasised lover.

You know how in reality there's no such thing as perfections. That's why dreams exist for a reason.

I'm just another curious wall.

I hear, I judge, I advice.

I create sins.

I lie, I kill, I hurt. And it makes me a devil just like everyone else.

I'm a copycat.

I'm an image of everyone and everything. I own some of this and some of that.

That's what makes me into who I am now.

I'm an unpredictable weather.

Sometimes I'm sun, sometimes I'm rain, sometimes I'm stormy, sometimes I'm thunder, and sometimes I'm cotton candy raindow.

I'm a radio remix. I'm a reality disaster. I'm an empty mask.

Words are vague - there's no exact or appropriate phrase to define who I am.

That's why I'm colourless and invisible.

Yet, I'm Brilliant.


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xoxo, YH.

Personal Note:
This isn't your usual fashion post, this is just a random post that I'm suddenly inspired by to write about myself.


Inspired by:
"I am a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad.
I'm lazy yet ambitious. I don't like myself, but I also love who I am.
I say I don't care, but I really do.
I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way.
I'm a conflicted contradiction. I just can't figure myself out, there's no way anyone else has." ― Unknown


"You are not special. You're not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
We're all part of the same compost heap. We're all singing, all dancing crap of the world." - Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

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