adelina

"While I wandered through oceans of people with no faces, I became immune to the idea of having my own talents and graces. Traveling through the sea of forgotten identity, I flash back to a vague and very distant memory--the memory was of when 'conformity' was a long and meaningless word, before the lines of individuality and identity were blurred. I took hold of that memory and held it tight because the struggle for identity is a long and gruesome fight. As my faceless foes attempt to steal my memory from me, I hold tighter and begin to cultivate my own identity. While my identity thrives, I become different from everyone...with a smile on my newly discovered face, I move on."