| Confusion 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 don't take mirrors seriously. I hate when beautiful people think they're ugly. I know I'm 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 trash. |