complexity

we live in this chaotic world, fairly discovering the underlying truth,

thoughts of having easy play conquers the mind, but we wonder the taste of challenges to paint the edges of our portrait

this, i called the complexity of human existence.

"intricacy of one's life is relevant" one said. "the judgement of happiness is biased. just like a scale, life's should be balanced out with problems" other supported.

yet, the unwillingness of facing issues reveals the dream of everyone. but, simplicity bores them.

so this life... what is it?
inconsistencies lying among the atmosphere just confuses me even more.

smile, though your heart is aching. smile, even though it's breaking. 

so, are you living in this type of life? where pretending to be something is worthwhile rather than standing anonymously?

is faking oneself will satisfy this so-called life? deceiving ourselves just to sense accepted,  hiding beneath an ambiguous mask to mimic someone who you are not?

i don't know what version of life are you living in. but, just let our inmost decides.

vintage purple outerwear, pull&bear t-shirt, cotton on belt, bought at sogo skirt, zara black tights, bought at st kilda market bird-hair extension <3

cheers

sartob