i heard people talking about me today...strange? am i being liked? or is it just hypocracy? those people..all kinds of people..they are still talking about me..and will always do..
i am after all..a piece of art..reflected in too many languages, too many signs..far too many notions.am i loosing my identity?
today,i've found myself admiring my sense of taste..exotic, tasty and colourful..simply irresistable..i wonder if anyone else in this foreign land has it?
how fast things changes around me..what used to be so peaceful now seems to uproar in the pursuit of capital.. i am no longer calm..always agitated by the crowd, their wealth, their cravings..i've become dangerous, fast and furious..disguised under my monotonous skin of which the name i will bear forever..
who cares about the crowd? i am me..still vibrant..still diverse..still exciting..they just havent seen the whole me.. i am the untold story that needs telling..
i thought about myself a lot today,,how different i am..how special..
this is who i am..let me be me...
Dedicated to the enchanting Brick Lane..with love...
i am after all..a piece of art..reflected in too many languages, too many signs..far too many notions.am i loosing my identity?
today,i've found myself admiring my sense of taste..exotic, tasty and colourful..simply irresistable..i wonder if anyone else in this foreign land has it?
how fast things changes around me..what used to be so peaceful now seems to uproar in the pursuit of capital.. i am no longer calm..always agitated by the crowd, their wealth, their cravings..i've become dangerous, fast and furious..disguised under my monotonous skin of which the name i will bear forever..
who cares about the crowd? i am me..still vibrant..still diverse..still exciting..they just havent seen the whole me.. i am the untold story that needs telling..
i thought about myself a lot today,,how different i am..how special..
this is who i am..let me be me...
Dedicated to the enchanting Brick Lane..with love...
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