Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?

Sometimes the complexities of the mind can be intriguing, but the dark side of one’s thoughts can create its own phobias.

When we know what we most fear, we know what we most care about.

One needs a great deal of idle time to feel really sorry for oneself.

I remind myself that too much self-reflection can make even a toadstool fall into a deep slumber.

With the awakening of his emotions, his first perception was a sense of futility, a dull ache at the utter grayness of his life.

I'm a work in progress, and I hope I will never be complete

I have a high tolerance for pain, but a low tolerance for discomfort.

While I do not squirm under attention as much as I did back then, I'm also very okay with not having all eyes on me. This is something that anyone close to me would tell you: I'm somewhat shy, not a showoff. I'm a flower that doesn't require a lot of sunlight. Make sense?

Our truth is painted across the skyIn our reflection we learn to fly