I can never seem to finish a story that I think is golden. For some reason I don't believe anyone would want to read what I have to write because of my own lack of confidence. Recently, I have come to see writing as art in a pure form of the creator's emotional discovery.

Personally, I have traveled down many roads that I wish not to look back on and have been down several paths that I wish to revisit only in my dreams. I write for two reasons involving the above statement. One, I write to log my role in society. In other words, I find out what place I fit into best. My writing, poetry or rants helps me work out the demons and angels of my life. Two, I write to embellish the moments in my life that make me happy. I also write to escape to a place I have never been, so the dulls of life might be silenced for a moment so I can catch my breath. It is a path I am about to clear for my advancement in personal clarity.

But seriously, I write to entertain. Only a few of the pieces that I have written are really what I wished would have happened. Life is a journey best traveled with a liar. I believe that people embellish real life to tell a better story. I am admitting that right now, just in case it come back to get me.

I once told a friend of mine that I want to have a relationship with my beliefs and cheat on them with my theories. With that, I tend to create ideas that people will discuss, argue and debate. This way they too will challenge their beliefs to have a stronger faith in ideas, religion, and their own kind.

As for me as a individual... well... I'm human. I eat. I sleep. I breathe. I like the occasional glass of wine with cheese puffs while I sit and watch some documentary about cotton. I like to watch the sun set with my eyes closed. I love abstract conformity. I like to listen to classical music while I play shoot 'em up video games. I like to write about cynical mimes with identity crises.