I find it, unnervingly odd, how the opinions of random obsevers leave lasting impressions on me. Why is it that i take both criticism and praise with a pinch of salt? Forever ready to rearrange whatever it is in my picture-imperfect self to conform with the general consensus.
And at the same time i actively harbour the notion that i am a non-conformist, atleast in spirit...but what is the point, if that confidence is so transient and flighty?
Why is it that the desire to stand out and and fade in, vy for equal rights in my oh-so mixed up self, 24/7.
Be or not to be,
see or not to see.
sweet by and by
not one glance for free.