I was once asked who are you,
A normal question but this time it was directed from someone I knew for over 3 years now.
When she asked we were sitting together in a dark bus and it made me upset. Time has passed since then and after a few nights I realized who I was by that I mean I realized who we all are and how no one knows anyone.
We all actually don't know eachother even if we've known each other for over 10-20 years.
Why? Because everyone is different in front of everyone.
To someone I can be cute and sweet, to another I can be a heartless and cold bastard.
And to another funny and childish.
We are all different and no matter what we won't know each other only a part of us.
And that's a wierd concept.
So I found out that in reality.
We are all paintings.
Paintings where we can be whatever the eye may deceive us as.
Whatever the world may see us as.
Whatever people want to see us as.
We may be a painting that holds a mystery.
Or a painting that holds a story.
Or even a painting that is just paint splattered on a empty canvas.
We could all be just space filling space if that's what the eyes want to deceive us as.
We're whatever the world deceives us as,
The world can deceive us as what they see.
The world can judge me as what they may hear or see.
But no one will know my true meaning.
And that's okay.
Because I know what I am.
And I'm a piece of art.
And that's that.
I'm art.
- don't mess with a painting some say it's a sin.
