What do you see?
What do you think?
What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see my outward appearance only?
Do you see my eyes, my face, my hair, or just my femininity, my body?
What do you see when you look into my eyes? Anything? Or just depths of dark dark chocolate?
What do you think of my appearance, of the way I present myself, the way I appear?
Do you wonder where I come from, what nationality I have?
Do you wonder what I'm thinking when I look back at you, when I talk to you, when I gesture with my hands, laugh and interact with you, with others?
What do you think of my appearance, my words, my actions?
What do my idiosyncrasies say about me?
Do you see me when we cross paths?
Do you spare any thoughts for me when you see me in the distance?
What do you think when you see me?
Do you wonder what my facial expressions mean? If I'm happy, annoyed, nervous or unreadable, do you wonder? Do you try to read my expressions?
Do you wonder what I'm thinking?
Do you wonder at my idiosyncrasies and question what I do?
Do you wonder why I am the way that I am?
Do I make you feel like we are friends or distantly acquainted when I talk to you?
Do I seem cold, detached or careless?
What do you think of the way I interact with you and with others?
When you see me, do you first see my flaws or my strengths?
Do you see my values and wonder where they come from? Or do you criticise me in your own mind?
Because the way you see me is not the same as the way anyone else sees me.
I am a multi-faceted being with a changing, growing personality, heart, soul and mind.
Do you see me?
Do you see the lines on my skin, the marks, the blemishes? Do you see the shadows under my eyes, or are you busy looking elsewhere?
What do you think of the way I dress, the way I walk and carry myself? Do you see my modesty, my choice to ignore what others find trendy or sexy? Do you see my comfort in my own skin, despite my insecurities?
Do you care where I come from, do you wonder? Or is the fact I am Australian enough?
Do you see that my mind is everywhere all at once and incapable of staying still? Do you see that I'm thoughtless and thoughtful and careless and careful and caring all at once?
Do you think I should care more about my appearance?
What do you think of the language I use and the way I talk? Do you hear that I talk casually, informally and stumble over my words? Do you hear that I am fluent in English and speak with the accent of an Australian-born, neglecting to use swear words? Do you hear my love of puns and of teasing, but my hesitance to sting with my words?
Do you see that I am clumsy and careless but organised and neat? Do you see that I am chaotic and messy and in disarray but also hate mess and love organisation? Do you see I am spontaneous and impulsive and yet hesitant and shy?
What do my idiosyncrasies say about me?
When you see me in the distance, do you think about me?
What do you see when you see me?
Are my facial expressions easily read or often unreadable? Do you wonder what I'm thinking as I gesture wildly, talking and laughing loudly?
Do you question my many eccentricities, my strange little habits?
Do you wonder why I am this way?
Do you think I am friendly or easily annoyed? Warm and easy to talk to or stilted and awkward, cold or inviting?
Do you see I can interact with many people in similarly different ways, that I am comfortable with many people? Do you see that around certain people I'm more of this or that and that I transition between these things smoothly?
When you see me, do you first see my flaws or my strengths?
Do you see my values of friendship and family? Of love and life and laughter and contentment? Do you see that I find happiness and excitement in the smallest and strangest of things? Do you see my values?
Do you see that I am changed by my past and my experiences and by the people around me and the people I love?
Do you see my faith?
Do you see my Christianity?
Or do you criticise me?
Because the way you see me is not the same as the way anyone else sees me.
I am a multi-faceted being with a changing, growing personality, heart, soul and mind.
Do you see me?
What do you see?
What do you think?
What is my insignia?
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What do I stand for?
Am I left, am I right, am I up and down? Am I east, am I west, do I wear the crown?
What do I live for?
Can you tell from my faith what my heart beats for? Do the words that I speak show it to the core?
Does my glow outshine the stars?
Can you see my coat of arms?
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Spontanéité
Short StoryA collection of some bits and pieces of my written works. These bits and pieces weren't all spontaneous pieces of writing, though. They're descriptions of people, places and memories, and maybe they're short stories or other things. I don't know, it...
