I am a little bit the reflection of where I come from; a culture, a bunch of free smiles, laughs, hugs, tons of kisses, people that looks at your eyes when they speak, people who dances and smiles just for the sick of it, we just don't seem to pay too much attention on how much we cry, smile, laugh or curse at all... and at some point... I am that.
I try to understand why I am unable to accept a different perspective.
The sound of my culture buffers every single place of my heart and mind, a different flavour, a more spiced way of living.
Different concepts then seem to have a very well defined shape, but they just don't seem to make any sense to me while the rest feel completely identified with them.
Space, perhaps the biggest treassure of some.. while for me it hasn't been locked since I don't know when... Feelings that are so hidden, that hurt, and that stress of always making sure you dont step over them .... that is the most frustrating part of all.
Life is all about how you decide to live it, some .. think it is better to watch every step they take.. and perhaps, those are the ones that always make it to be very old... I wouldn't mind that much loosing it all at once... I have gotten so much so far anyway.
SDIH (2006)
No comments:
Post a Comment