About

For those who really want to know me…

The world today is fast-paced with snail-crawling people. I’ll climb over top people just to keep moving... I can’t afford to slow down...

My time is precious to me. I only have so long left... Atque, I hate to waste it. The thought of it makes my eye twitch with disgust.

I’m a short distance away from sanity, an ever-evading light teasing me in this darkest hell I live in.

It’s in the silence that I learn what I know. From the wisest minds, those that predate logic and reason, outlive it, I’ve learned what lies between the lines, when eyes tell what lies beneath and faces speak what their words can’t. I’ve seen what people look straight through. I’ve learned from invisible, yet delicate hands how to treat art in the tender manner only a child could give. I’ve heard the hardships of lives I can hardly imagine, barely comprehend from the whispers of the wind. All of this, I must hold, bear as my own cross, for if I ever told anyone—even the closest to me—they’d never believe me...

I want to believe. In people. In love. In the Powers That Be. In something. I’m always searching for that one thing to believe in, my eyes vigilant, but I’m always disappointed...

I’ve always a hawk’s eye set on the prey. I’ll change my ways, my ideas, my image just to blend in with them. They never see me coming...

I’m the culprit you’d never suspect, but the crimes I’ve committed put Ripper to shame. Crimes of passion. An underlying conspiracy big enough to tear down the fabrics of reality dwells in the corners of my mind and plots every word, every action. Remember that everything happens for a reason...

Think what you want of me. Believe the rumors and the truths as if they were one in the same. I can’t label myself, so, please, tell me what I am...