I am the chaos and you are the cosmos

Remember the time when we could gobble down 12 glutinous rice balls because we were afraid that little brother would do that before we could? Or because we know the calories will burn out when we play with Daniel and Anita later at the playground, of if we even think about it.

That was the time when we were all the same; we had the same faces, same laughters. Then we began to choose the ingredients. Some could bake, others couldn't. Some of the others who couldn't could cover up, others just got rejected.

The rejected ones get sent to a camp, their faces spoke of their history. The nice people at the camp cleaned their faces and put on pretty clothes for them. But when they came back, they thought they were new, but they were not them. They knew...because unsaid words scream.



We shall bring down perfection to suit us.