Have you seen the girl in the random book store peeping intensely to her favourite genre?
Have you seen people passing by not even knowing you exist ?
They say live life. They say be who you are .
But , do we really know who we are? Or getting to know who we are is living life ?
It really fucks my mind seeing how premiscuois I can be.
Watching mossess grow in my balcony , watching the jade plant turning side to the way there is more sun. Watching a seed grow into a plant.
Our lives are like a gliding window. Sometimes we shut it . Sometimes we open it wide.
It's really amazing that the world is so quite. The sounds of nature is so soothing.
It's funny how unimportant your presence is , it hurts really but it's the truth. It's funny how less number of people remember you after you are gone.
But you don't want everyone to remember you , do you?
A psychologist can't tell you your traits no one can ,except you.
That's what life is , finding who you are .
//Out of context
