Sometimes I get overwhelmed with how people change the more you look at them. Some turn ugly after a while but others... they look beautiful... like angels. Those people... I see their beauty whenever they do something that they love. If they are happily doing something they believe in and although their faces show undisturbed concentration, if their hearts sing of passion and happiness, I cannot help but wish that I was them in that moment and that I was feeling that moment of pure bliss where you have no idea what you are doing but in the end you still come up with a work of art...
Whenever people enter this trance-like state, their eyes glisten, their hearts beat fast. Their smiles are genuine... then you would be overwhelmed with your wish to see the world from their eyes. Sometimes I myself break down from the sudden impact of jealousy, admiration, hope and so much more hits me. There is sometimes so much more to how someone that could behold such beauty than we could infer from their gestures.
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My Story.
Call me Gan. But what's in a name? Does it matter? Will my name really show you who
I am deep inside, where I hide? Can my name really give you the picture of my heart, its pains and sorrows in its past? But what the heck.