Some people deem themselves Misfits, just to fit in.

Someone once asked me what exactly do I do, which makes me so “weird”.

That’s like asking me where was I, and what was thinking when I took my 672 473 219  breath.
Like there’s a Blueprint or method to this madness.

I just happen to do what I like, where I like. So what if it’s something the person next to me doesn’t like it? As long as I’m doing something I like, and being comfortable in my own skin while doing it, even after I’m done..


♥ Kamiz

Published by Lotus

I am not a Poet, however, I express myself poetically. I am not a student, but I am studying Financial and Information Systems. I am not a daughter, I am being, who was birthed out of a women's womb, and I happen to love her so much. I am not a sister, I just happened to come out the same womb which onced hosted a soul that now means everything to me. I am not a friend, I am an individual who chooses to let endless hours pass whilst spending presious moments with people I now love. Point is, I'm trying to discover who I am and not what or who I am associated with. One thing I am certain of regarding me, is that I AM HAPPY!

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