My heart, body, and soul seek no sort of comprehensible stability, rather preferring the incomprehensible rush that only unstable passion, pining, and romance can bring. As I walk through life my mind, unwillingly, wraps itself around any logical subject and floats amongst all intangible ideas; always aspiring for excellence and memorable acheivements it still struggles to cooperate and coexist in the same body as my heart and soul. I am often left, being observed as a fool and a trickster. I cannot honestly say that I know what I am doing, anymore. All I am definite of, these days, are my name, my talents, my vices, and my passions, and these things are all I can offer to you, and the world, at this point in my life. And I am okay with that.

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