Who were you, before the world called your name? When the innocence of anonymity was as beautiful as bliss.
Who were you, before the black and white of expectations washed out the colours of your soul? Before the shades of grey ever had a chance to taint your depth.
How beautiful was your smile, before the silent outcomes of love ever broke your heart? Who were you, back then, when fairytales were still something to believe in?
How unbound were your thoughts, before the taboo of society's limitations shackled your very mind?
Who are you, when you're all alone, when no-one may influence your individuality?
YOU ARE READING
Kaleidoscope
AcakA kaleidoscope of excerpts, regarding past work, ideas and musings I've had. Feel free to let me know if you'd like to read more about any of the excerpts, in particular. As time passes, I will add more excerpts to this. CupcakeRebel. x
