Many say that the eyes are portals of the soul, and while I believe that to be true, those damned eyes can be so guardened by that very soul. An imaginary cage made of wonder and rainbows. It's such a tragic thing when ones secrets are displayed like a brand new prisoner, walking into a cellblock. Everything to grasp, to feel, yet nothing to taste. I always thought of myself as an Empousa, a greek being of many faces. Altho you shall know who I am, and I shall be real, I will remain a cameleon. Molding myself to whatever needs to be, while holding respect for myself and the people surrounding me.  In this world we tend to frown upon what is reality and needing to see what feels safe. I've never had these sparkly pink glasses everyone else got, neither am I a pessimist. Just simply realistic in todays society, in which we're showered with eggshells. Peachy. Perfect. The newest version of AI. Controlled and weak. Nothing more and nothing less. I love books, poetry, art in general. All forms. It's the place where voices are heard and thoughts are read. Where imagination meets intelligence and intelligence meets wonder. Each time a different story, a different character. It remains, and is always new.