Sometimes the simplest things in this world become the most complicated. Sometimes we fail to see what's under our very nose, and what's been there for so long ... gone unnoticed. Sometimes the things closest to you are not necessarily the most precious, and the things farthest from you are not necessarily the most insignificant .... and although its not in my nature to be mysterious ;-) .... i just feel like messing with you all ... :-)
Ryot of Color. Not just a play of words, but a resolved identity crisis. That's me. Connected with my roots and my simplistic heritage and identity. Beneath all the makebelieve, all the determination, all the want-to-bes and want-to-haves ... its time to connect with who I really am .... someone with simple needs but complicated derivatives .... with simple satisfactions but complex desires ... with simple passions but multi-dimensional ambitions .... truth is ... im truly a blot on the lifelong questmap ... a pawn in the never-ending, commercial-filled reality show of destiny ... im a ryot .... a ryot of color ....
its really difficult to explain where i'm coming from .... i do find a writer's block in trying to explain this thought .... it may sound like an absinthe-induced haze to most (and perhaps it is ... shhh) ... but its true ... its how i feel ... and i really can't deny it ...
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