You've met some of them but you never seem to care. Those people whose unobtrusive enough yet they can make most people look on their direction. Whose modesty exclaims utmost humility but exhibits prudence by words and deeds. Those who prefer silence than being caught by own heedlessness of words.
These are the people who's dangerous to deal with. For they can conceal things under the usual silence and little smiles. As you started scrutinizing them inch by inch of their skin, they've already made the flesh they've only wishes for you to see.
These are also the people who avoid getting noticed by the crowd's nonsense and cheap talk. Avoiding the spot as much as possible and live ones life as simple and hidden as what it used to be.
They are the discreet ones. They play different roles to fuck up the idiocy presented by either the self-righteous bastards or the all-knowing of the consortium. They loom in the society's shadow. With observing eyes gleaming in the darkness.
I love these people. And I wont regret loving one for we, somehow, share the same ideals.
You've already met one. I'm pretty sure you already did.
Labels: life, self