Bittersweet strange

the grey matter

time had not been allocated for my virtual city these days. maybe its the trials. maybe its the emptiness that surrounds. maybe its just me.

*its a blank world after all*

blank as it may be, there's so much need of reassurance by almost everybody!
-look, im so UGLY!!
of course your not
-no, really. see my big/fat/small/crooked [any part of the anatomy]
it looks perfectly fine. reallly...

answering obviously do not solves the dilemma.
"you're just saying that to make me feel good, you guys are afraid to be honest"

*balancing self*
to tell you to truth, you look presentable, anything but ugly, lil' plain jane but what the heck! it's the tenth time im answering this honey!!!

let it rest now will ya?
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stranger when you think you know a person a good loads only to be surprised a truckload.

i may not have meet many people as the rest of my gals, but those that i had..they're the bittersweet strange.

just like a strange small exquisite box. plenty of charms and promises many fun. with perfection filed to surrealism, that is when the doubt settles. slowly you discover the cheap plastic stones you once think was swarvoski, the nylon lace that played satin..then, its just as any ordinary box of gift. perhaps, they have a lil advantage of appearing elaborate and their manner of presentment are such that they takes the breath out of your lungs. .

another comes as the matryoshka; a Russian doll with a smaller version within it. i glance through and felt able to read it as an open book. than i found a think line. Oh! i can open it? *voila* there's a smaller version in it. a smaller different version. just like a small hidden quality in a person. lying there till you stumbles upon it one day. its adorable to find a pretty doll, the shock when you opens a menacing ugly creature! *please be reminded, some matryoshka can hold up to ten dolls. .

Folks of the town.