In life you are born with a personality. That personality forms on your face in the form of what looks like just normal face paint. Well, it's not just face paint. It's who we are and how we'll be, it's the skin on our face.
I remember the video when I was born. My skin began to take its palette a few seconds after birth. My face formed its plain colors, never have I seen anything like it. Other shapes appeared along with it such as cracks, as if someone take a sharp object and stabbed it in my...well "on" my face. I almost said skull, but my face just looks like a skull. Hopefully that makes sense.
Those cracks had meaning. I hated that meaning making me the twisted person I am today. A beat up looking face that loved its image.
The video showed a happy vibe amongst my family. Accept I can tell they weren't.
"Cracks?"
"Just black and white?"
I could tell that's what they were thinking. A strange child with a future where he would be troubled and hopeless.
I could never find comfort, everyone had beautiful color schemes. The women had lively faces that attracted me to them, I just wanted some comfort.
I would always be alone and it hurt. I wouldn't talk to anyone and no one would talk to me. There were others that had black and white schemes on their faces as well, it was normal. I don't understand my design, the one I was BORN with.
The guys maintained designs that would allow them to find their one and only. My parents told me similar looking face will fall in love, where is my match then? Their tales were all in vain.
What if I didn't want to meet my match? I wanted someone beautiful, with blue roses painted on their faces, a sky blue palette with a blossoming personality. I did find someone like that. I wanted to break that tale, I was hoping someone else would too. Everyone with matching colors believed in that story too much, I mean that figuratively. Never would one see two people with different colors. A woman with a dark red, could not match a man with a brightening yellow. It wasn't just their personalities that didn't match, but it would be their looks as well. Both can be skinny, brown haired, basically everything the same except or the way their face was painted.
I shouldn't say painted because it's their actual skin, but that's the best I can explain it.
At the top of my apartment building I looked over anyone. This world was sad, won't anyone comfort me? It starts to rain, fucking perfect.
I turn around and there was a girl with cracks on her 'painted face' as well. I turned to her but I wish she would go away, just because we looked the same when it came to our face. I didn't want to become a hypocrite. Please go before we fall in love.
I stand up though, and look at her. The rain begins to wash off her face, and she is left with normal skin, no color, no nothing.
She kisses me and shows that there is variety between us, that we can be interested with with each other. Bit like those other couples who already know they match just because if their face, we can ask questions and be satisfied with the answers. The strongest relationship.
I opened my eyes for a few seconds as we kissed and her face grew into the beautiful blue I want to love. When we slowly pulled away, I looked into her eyes and saw I had no more cracks, we were still different.
Perfect.
