I'm the sort of indifferent kind of girl;
Searching the nooks and crannies of my own association.
Many and many times I am silenced,
pulled in and out of dull colors.
These colors,
so bland.
They quiet my logic.
Am I what I make myself out to be?
Japanese proverbs speak as my mask,
they are what people perceive me to be.
Wise words,
demolished feelings,
demolished memories.
Pessimism rules my subconscious,
am I not eager?
Can I type any more of my arguments without them being heard?
What more needs to be said,
dictated?
So,
I walk and stalk like a branded faceless being.
Do you lack the feeling,
the feeling I've been missing?
I'm much more mature than I had anticipated a few years ago.
I want to go home.