I am wabi-sabi. Beauiful yet imperfect Joyfull but depressed. I am unique. I am outgoing, yet I hide. Im sweet yet I fight I travel becuase I'm scared Of what, im not sure. I'm in love but i feel lonely sometimes I cry for this world, my generation. But i am never noticed. I help others, But they dont see me downing. I am all but a peaceful breaze. More like a huricane Beautiful before to some, Annoying to others Perfect to one, A 5 star storm bringing trouble and mysteries But somehow, not completely forgotten. I am wabi-sabi, beautiful yet imperfect. And this is my story and I.