What were you thinking when you made me? What were you thinking when you put the colour in my eyes???? What did you think when you have given me this crazy mane of hair like a majestic lioness? Or when you have given me this small forehead, which I love? When you gave me the ability to raise my right eye brow? And what the heck did you think when you have given me this short legs and this big feet, honestly? It was a day of fun, wasn't it?
When I look around and see all this beautiful creations I have to laugh: some are stunningly beautiful, others are funny.
Sometimes you find a little funny thing on a gorgeous person like an ear which moved away a few millimeter from the head or one eye which is a bit smaller than the other or it even has a slightly different colour.
It was never that obvious though till I moved to New York City: what a meltin pot of a variety of people it is when you watch them in the subway.
Sitting, standing, chatting, dreaming, starring, with headphones, with I phones, babies, business men, students, homeless. All those people! And they do all look different.
But all those people have come from the same hands and the same heart like I did: same potter- same clay.
They deserve to be loved like I am loved.
Do they know it? Do they search? Did they find yet? Have they already given up?
Do they have the same amount of quick little thoughts in their heads which sometimes run 100 miles/hr like I have?
Random pictures pop up in my head which usually take me on a journey from Mars to the stripes of bees and the amazing weight of a cloudburst, which falls on a lukewarm summer night- in a millisecond.
That is how my brain functions. I don't really understand it, but I roll with it.
I let it go knowing deep in my heart that I am loved abundantly by the potter who only uses one type of clay for all of us.
