While walking in our mini garden, this little dried leaf got my attention. I feel him. Knowing the fact that we don’t have the same life features. His color feels so sad that I can relate to. He’s surrounded by beautiful people yet never entertained nor satisfied. Like me, I can never be happy when I am alone. I can laugh at myself, pretend that I am over confident, and never mind the things around me. And I am not me when I am.
"The girl who grew in a desolated area — cries til she yawns, laughs til she pees and smile til she falls."