Imagine for a moment a room filled with creative people.
You know the types, the real creative people.
The ones who wear their personality out loud.
The ones who have messy hair or even colour it purple, and perhaps have shoes that match or
A bright multicoloured outfit catching your eye causing you to stop and consider
Then there’s me.
Plain old simple me, who,
walks into the same room,
With my plain clothes, short styled hair and a slight smile to cover what’s happening inside.
I’m a hyper creative, a real hyper creative.
If I was to allow myself to let loose what’s inside, I would feel a little scared you see,
It’s my creativity.
Untamed and wild like a dust storm of ideas engulfing a traveling caravan of thoughts,
Whilst swimming deep down
into rich blue pools of water inside my own soul as a ravenous feeder, who’s not quite content until he’s well and truly full.
If I was to let loose my creativity,
I would feel a little lost you see.
It can be lonely out here,
Rolling on an ocean of artistry at the perils of my own self identity.
So I find myself hiding, not showing off my person but telling of my being, quietly.
So maybe there will be a day when, I feel it’s ok to let loose a taste of colour, to wear a shirt that shouts loud enough for all to hear, but until then,
I’m just content to be plain old simple me.
– RJ Britten