I built ten thousand sandcastles in my head & watched them being run down by giant waves. I devised new spectra in the gray vacuum but they are sometimes engulfed by the blackness I couldnt force to go away.
The question; who am I? The me is complicated, I could be anything. I could be the cute short girl, or the shy helpful stranger you'd want to thank for being ridiculously sweet. I may play the angry rocker chick, & sometimes even the mysterious mean bitch you can't resist to slap on the face. I am a free cloud. I am what you see. I could be anyone I want at any given day. Maybe its a side effect to the turbulent moodiness I excel at. I can be easily shaped according to the day. I am confusing. I perplex myself above all. The hidden persona that keeps disguising in so many colors refuses to meet me. I am as messy as my posts, ideas & scattered voices, as contradicting as the silence before the storm. Again, who the fuck am I?
Got it,
Got it,
Im Andrea Syairah.
