To Whom It May Concern by Camellia Yang (English & Chinese)

I love strolling on an empty street at five o’clock in the morning. I love discussing the absurdity of the world with wanderers. I enjoy watching the sunrise, slowly waking up the sleeping world. I enjoy having random philosophical conversations with strangers. I make mistakes. I mess things up. I invite chaos to my life, And then self-sabotage with cries. I’m on a journey to accept my weaknesses, Forgive others and myself at the same time. Sometimes I don’t care what people say about my works. It’s a record of how I see the world. Sometimes, I long for someone to see through my art. I only want to mean something to a special person's heart. I laugh a lot, and prank even more. I cherish tiny happiness in the world. Like the hot air on a cup of coffee on a rainy day; Or couples hug and kiss at the airport. I have a pessimistic mind but an optimistic heart. I love and hate humans at the same time. Their motives and behaviours confused me a lot. They can’t understand my intuition either. Sometimes, I'd rather stay away from the crowd And keep people out. I moved from China to New Zealand in my 20s. Then left Auckland to London now to Lisbon at 30s. I’ve travelled to four continents. But there is no place I could call home. I’m always being a Christmas orphan, But never thought my loneliness is a misfortune. Through content creation, I found my roots and built relations. I am still on the road. I don’t know life's next episode. I want to turn my existence into a poem. I want my life to become an exquisite art. Though the path is destined to be hard, Through authenticity, I could find my truth. 08/09/2021 ​Lisbon https://www.camelliayang.com/blog/cy @camelliayang