I will continue to put mask over my face when I considered necessary to, garble the image of my character, baffle you about my personality, incessantly be a mystery to many, seek and keep silent about some secrets of life.

Try not to daydream too much about life and how I want it to be, conjure up things till it makes me sick, end my anxiety for true faith to commence.

I shall stay here and write, sulk, shout, ponder and whine. Wander around this crazy game called life, lie down in my bed contemplating to different things, roll into a tight ball in the corner of my room and cry, keep asking this and that and why, gather my strength and lend my both hands, ears and voice to someone in need, deluge my love for the gal I want to spend the rest of my life with.

I am me.