L i n e s series

9:58:00 PM

World is made out of lines.

When I'm looking at my city waking up through the dirty bus mirror or taking notes about Florence of Lorenzo the Magnificent at uni
I'm probably grey.
Maybe beige.
I look like someone you'll pass on on the street and after that, you'll never see them again. Someone who looks like everyone else, they have a personality (maybe) and potential (maybe), but you don't really care and they won't really cross your mind ever again after those 3 seconds you shared.
Sometimes, I look like that after years of knowing me.

I don't mind.
I enjoy it.
My lines are hidden.

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