My name is Cielo. I am life’s spoilt brat. I hate bras. but most of all, I prefer to wear nothing at all. Sometimes I like the idea that people think I am dumbfounded and clueless. Of course I am, because I am altogether not sure of things as life is eventually inevitable.
I have no concept of the future, but I know that at the end of the day, tomorrow will come. I do not wish to be wasted to great ruins of insignificance. However, I find bliss in apathy. My silence is anger. Ah… my happiness is survived by another soul.
What is right? What is wrong? Should something be as right if there would be nothing wrong?
This is my life as how it should want itself to be.