I am a denotation of abstract.
I am complex, yet a work of art.
I am rich, vibrant of colors.
Yet my world is monochrome, lacking of humor.
I am not perfect; I am flawed.
Yet these makes up for what I truly am, who am I forth.
I am an exquisite masterpiece.
Ripped at every edge, but utter beauty at the never least.
04/15/16 • 00:45
