"Playing a losing game of perfection"
Strontium - "Born for greater things"

Okay! Things I love to do;
I love art
I love painting
I love graphics designing
I love music and everything to do with it
I love writing and more of poems
I love different perspectives
I love dreamers that never sleeps
I love ice cream
I love you guys, Come on!
But out of all of this I love Molly

My fears! my worst fears in a poem;

I fear for my sanity, i fear if i might loose it, the speech that runs out of my mouth with things i never want to say and with ways i have no reasonable way to explain. 

I fear the open rain on a dark dead stormy sky when thunder falls, i fear the noise it makes when rain hits the metal roof and when the thunder echoes from every corner of the room.

I fear the foggy days, if i sit from a distanced image i could see the boat like ships with no sail on the horizon with masks of dust, i fear the trouble it holds for the things that has shape though not story.

I fear a silenced man, a man with vision that never speaks of what he sees. I fear his imagination and his sense of taste in peace. I fear if he sees the world in destruction and the pleasure he seeks. I fear the agony he plans to create in silence thus he never speaks.

I fear an empty road that use to run traffic, the roads with people and people with tragic. I fear the roads to hold the end of these lands, with the animals invading my beloved sands. i fear for my last breath to hear the car engines run though not my women's whistles hum.

Everything in this world is perfect cause "perfection is a matter of perspective"