| Confution morning air... sunrise air... breathe it delicate new feel it rain mist new i am a silent person i stare i am unaware of my facial expressions i scare myself in the mirror i dont trake mirrors seriously i hate when beautiful people think that they're ugly i know that i am beautiful i am confident that the world will always be confused the different lives will tangle the world is woven souls i only imagine having fasion sense sometimes i feel like death |