When everything goes well, I'm in like communist-like state of mind. I'm happy with black and plainness. It's almost like indifference.
Other times, when I feel vastly harmed...like undermined, I have the need for differentiation. Have the sense of uniqueness, of a collection of personal and unrepeatable moments.
It's at this point when I feel the need for make up. For darkness...a narrative, a cover up (a bit of drama or theatre).
-Those moments when faith in others is at stake.-
And its not the kind of infuriating sadness, the one full of energy, but the melancholic one, the one that feels that could go forever. The one that makes you fell like those beautiful memories will never come back again and every future moment won't be able to surpass any previous feeling of excitement or genuine happiness.
-That moment when faith in yourself is at stake-
Seriously. My mind is Roman ruins.
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