March 15, 2013
I often ask myself what kind of person am I. How can I be this, when I'm also that, I dont know what I'm made of. But however conflicting I felt myself to be, I realised, throughout the years, that I was Me, me. There can never be another person like I am, there can never be another person whose heart beats for the injustice that I see and feel, whose heart breaks when thinking about particular memories, whose heart smiles when thinking of someone special or something light hearted. The multicoloured heart with streamers and glitter overflowing from it, it belongs to me. And yours, is just as beautiful, colourful and vibrant. But different. We feel for different things, cry over different hurts, rejoice over different miracles. We all have a unique and colourful heart, waiting to be heard, and wanting to be loved.