I want them to be intense.
My face easily turns red and warm when I’m embarrassed even for just a bit,
my nose easily turns red and warm when I cry even for just a bit,
my ear easily turns red and warm for unknown reasons at unknown moments,
so they say as they see.
Here I am still thinking I concealed myself well.
Must be hard hating imperfections so bad because it means to constantly hating myself for the incapability to constantly doing things in the best course of action and living inside a person I hate doesn’t sound like it’s going to be a fun ride.
It’s either I was born too lucky yet unappreciative, or maybe I just didn’t dream them as a whole, but I don’t appreciate my dreams much when they become my reality.
It seems so easy, lack of meanings, but most of all it doesn’t taste as sweet as I recall them to be.