I'm independent-minded, determined and persistent. Many say that I have a very strong personality. I don't intentionally intimidate people yet i can't resist to be quite outspoken and firm with regards to my beliefs and ideas. Frankly, I'm not the shy or the timid type. I'm actually a bit brutal and impossible in a few ways but only when the situation demands. I'm friendly and outgoing. Still, I'm surprisingly quiet and reserved when I'm rationalizing my thoughts and sentiments, when I'm in my pondering state or simply when i don't feel like talking at all.. I love to write. Personally, it's a release of bad energy and a gain of a clean and a stronger one. I take it as my refuge. Writing gives me a peace of mind. It's one of my most treasured means of escape. I also have an addiction to books that a personal collection is apparently inevitable. Reading gives me space and consents me to meander in a world and time that are mine alone.. I'm more of a realist though I may appear to have plenty of ideals. I guess i just want change to start both from the inside and the outside of the person. Everything's basically interconnected with one another.. I also engage into untypical activities that tend to bother and cause anxious lines on a few foreheads yet I can't subject myself to any act of justification of my many eccentric interests. What I do is based on what I feel and what I enjoy. I don't like puppeteers as well as hypocrites and chauvinists. Social Stratification doesn't imply over- and-under- utilization of rights. I'm a humanist despite existing prejudices and stereotypes. In this globally-modernized society, a flunker doesn't literally pertain to a loser. Nonetheless, one has to stand for oneself in order to cope with the modernities and stalactites of an inconstant reality. My standards may somewhat be a form of social deviation but I greatly believe in the subjectivity of living towards the realization and attainment of one's goals and aspirations as well as the exploration of one's existence.
Unthinkable. Lithograph of a malaise. I cannot talk. Will you abandon the thought and care about the drowning dawn? The bandaged ego of the book threatens the reader. Come and solve the puzzle of poetry. Everything was quiet except the