Hopeful

And when I almost lost hope in people, a breath of fresh air blows right through me, making tears of joy run down my face.There´s no coincidence, but a continuous movement of the Universe to find beings that are alike, to make us realize that, despite all the darkness, violence and pettiness of this world, there´s kindness and love.

Impressions

What we think about ourselves is how people perceive us? How do we come across?
Started wondering about it a long time ago, and recently two people used a word to describe me that I never would... does that mean that I hide my own from others or that I disguise who I truly am, maybe subconciously...
Wish people could read me from inside out, and that appearances and social conventions didn't matter so much... looking at a person and feeling what she ou he is made of. Life would be so much easier...