... Walking contradictions

It's like...

Not having enough air to breathe, so you need it from someone else.
Having so much energy you're tired.
Having so much hope that it's hopeless.
Being so happy that you end up feeling unhappy.
Having an endless sea of words in front of you, and yet none of them are appropriate to describe it.
Hunger that knows no satisfaction.
Making an exception for the exception.
Being home and feeling like a stranger.
Knowing what you're feeling, but not knowing what you're feeling.
A walking contradiction.
Seeing so much white, it's red.
Knowing what you want, but not knowing.
It's missing what you don't have when you do have it.
It's being unhappy when in reality you're ecstatic.
It's being you and having others confuse you with someone else.

And still words can't describe.
And still you're speechless.