There is profound, yet silent loneliness in the beauty that swayed me.
No matter how hard I try to show, the beauty remains unshared.
Then they branded us with one-dimensional stigma; a pattern, a character, a fate.
But we are funny and we are tragic. We are romantic and we are shallow. We are philosophical and we are practical. We have big dreams, then we want to shop. We are a little bit of everything.
And we are not a derivative, we are beyond deduction or prediction; not a simple interpretation — the beauty we feel can be more than the byproduct of our industry.
So I dedicate my life to words. In hope that one day, I can find the right form, arrangements, and choice to show someone the way I feel what I felt.