I don't know

I like colors. It's all an illusion, though. The realities that crawl from within my soul and manifest themselves as beautiful illusion in this world, enchant me - enchant all of us. I am bold enough to admit that I'm wrong most of the times - every time. I know that I'm not perfect and I don't even have to be, I am human and that is what I ought to be. There's human between devil and God. I know that I haven't started living yet, that I've yet to open my eyes and fight the rays of sun. I know that I'm a loser. But none of it matters. What matters is that I know (or not know). I am the result of a sin. I'm a punishment. And yet, I have a beautiful body. All the beauties of the world can not match the beauty of my body. And that body holds on to an even more beautiful soul. A soul which is infinite, which is a complete. We don't understand anything. I didn't understand what I have written. So, just forget it and live like you do. A few words definitely don't make a difference to anyone's life, not even my own.