Sometimes it is hard to introduce yourself because you know yourself so well that you do not know what to start with... There are many things I like to do, to see, and to experience. I like to read, I like to write; I like to think, I like to dream; I like to talk, I like to listen. I like to smell the wind coming from the ocean. I like to look at the clouds in the sky with a blank mind, I like to do thought experiment when I cannot sleep in the middle of the night...I'm very strange, you know...
I'm made of a million ideas trying to be one, creativity made me who I am. My art is a poor sustitute for my moods and emotions. Nothing is real, everything is real. Cheap champagne and pills don't work anymore, just the scent of you and your confusing words.
I rock out like a Saturday soul on a Monday night. The fair-weather friends are keeping score in journals and in whispered voices. That's okay. The poets come to life in hotel rooms and bathroom stalls. The writings on the wall.
