Life is like a story.
Screw the box of chocolate metaphor, good or bad,
black and white. There's shades, such as gray, and everything
in between. Gray, like foggy clouds, like the ones
fogging up my mind in this big puddle of confusion.
So, life is like a story.
Say you have a story about butterflies, nice pretty butterflies.
Then, out of nowhere the author will throw in a paragraph or so
about tigers.
So, obviously your pretty confused, but you don't mind, tigers
aren't too bad, sure they have sharp claws, and baring teeth,
but they're cute enough.
Throughout the rest of the story the author will randomly state
a matter of fact statement about tigers.
'A tiger is capable of jumping to almost twice its height.',
or
'When hunting large prey, tigers prefer to bite
the throat and use their forelimbs to hold onto the prey,
bringing it to the ground.'
So in the end you have a slight curiosity about tigers that
you don't exactly care for.
You were perfectly fine with the innocent butterflies.
'Many species of butterfly maintain territories and actively
chase other species or individuals that may stray into them.'
Life is like a story, sometimes you regret the book in your fingers.
Sometimes you love the book clenched in your hands,
and refuse to let go.
But every book has an ending, but that doesn't mean you
can't read it again.
Take a little look at the life of Miss Always Invisible
Look a little closer, I really really want you to put yourself in her shoes
Take another look at the face of Miss Always Invisible
Look a little harder and maybe then you will see why she waits for the day
When you'll ask her her name
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