Descriptions are mere words...
Words are mere gestures...
And gestures are hardly useful things...
All that I can say,
All that I could feel
are all sheer manifestations
of what I think I am...
not that actuality of what I really am...
For those who know me a lot...
they understand my sentiments,
they understand the stances I take,
they know how I look upon this earth...
It is my unsatiable desire
to put together reality and idyllic life
into an affinity...
as I let words turn into into something else...
I always express myself
in ways less tangible than the usual
but more profound than it..
as I always draw what I feel...
sketch what I think...
bring my imagination into life with the stroke of a pen...
And I never think that things must instill within me...
I always find ways to show what I feel,
to manifest what I want to show...
to let my sentiments,
to let my thoughts,
to let myself unleash with my every song,
with every piece I make...
for in my life,
words are my instruments,
the paper my stage,
the world my audience,
and it is my desire
to send off from horizon to horizon all that I want to express...