Our minds are beautiful homes. Mine is a rather messy one.It's full of silly thoughts and delusional ideas. My mind is my home. It's where I hide and it's where you will encounter my hopes, dreams, fears and most importantly, insecurities.
We've all heard the cliche saying that "imperfection is perfection", it's cliche because it's true. An urns' beauty is accentuated by cracks, a painters flawed piece is his best and the words on a page are much more captivating when they're smudged with uncertainty.
I want to be that broken urn, the flawed art piece or the damaged paper. They just seem...different.
That's what I am - different. I'm not typical, my thoughts are never white or black - they also hover in the shades of grey.
That's all I ever do. I just hover in shades of grey in a place I like to call home.

 

Finally a worthy cause!

Finally a worthy cause!