I may be comfortable in my own skin.but again i might not be.
Who i long to be. And what i dream about
Just like the wrinkles age give's us have a story.
i chose to create my own master piece .
Maybe i still love to draw and to colour.
The only difference is i dont use paper.
The calming effect and silence allows my thoughts to flow freely.
For with each blot of ink i added to my skin i tell a story.
But just because you hide your sin and act righteous. Doesn't mean you get to judge me for wearing my heart on my sleeve.(pun intended)
Dont be so colonized that you forget where you are from. Or rather uncolonize your thoughts.
Why should i give and not receive. Why should i compromise my own happiness for your satisfaction.