I don’t know what I am! …I try to be a perfectionist, but I land up being random. I believe that there is nothing far superior to me, yet Im inspired by the supernaturalism of the souls. The things that inspire me don’t inspire others. I feel that I am complete as for who I am now. But I do realize there are many holes that I may have to fill to make myself complete. I am consumed by the wavering state of my mind. Why do I live? Do I have a destiny to be reached? Is whatever I conceive as my perceptive really the truth? Or am I being succumbed to the pretension created by others that I am being false, even while I am in the exact path of the truth. Is the web of society in which I am stuck without my knowledge, anticipating each of my movement, which I think is a motion of my own will?
- Never resolvable
- Never resolvable
