So much passion.
It all crashes into each other.
It bursts through the cracks,

Until the dam breaks and it overflows.
The passion for passion
And the passion for others’ passions;

It inspires so much love and warmth
And maybe this is the glint,
Or the spark, that they mentioned?

But am I allowed to think in this way?
Wouldn’t it be more romantic
If I were unaware of being special?

Hm.

Where is the line between confidence and arrogance?
Because I think that they are both myths of our society.
They’re myths that we still worship.

And yet back to myself.
I enjoy the aesthetic of a broken world seen from bitter, better-knowing eyes.
And scathing remarks are a fun kind of humour,

But I still prefer to grin with my eyes...
Because if the world is this grey,
Surely I should decorate it with yellow if I can.