I'm not good with talking about myself so may you take this however you wish.

I hibernate while other people are awake and do all my routines while they are asleep.
I drink too much tea and eat too many pastries for my own good.
I have an unhealthy addiction with Peaches and Creme oatmeal. 
My book collection has already formed new mountain ranges that are yet to be mapped and I maneuver around it.
I have an undying hope in the goodness inside people.
Nothing fascinates me more than a person's inner dreams, nightmares, and their mind map.
My eyes reflect the stars because that's where I'm aiming. 
Whatever my body make up is it calls me to somewhere far away from here.
There are little cracks on my soul and I make it an occasional practice of mine to put more Scotch tape over them. 
I collect beautiful things - pamphlets, art gallery uncatalogued, ink bottles, butterfly wings, among others.
Someday when I die I believe I'll become a star in the sky.
"Of Monsters and Men" is yet another unhealthy addiction of mine.
There is not enough time in the world to read everything I want.
There is nothing I love more than talking to people and forming close bonds to them.


“Do you know the legend about cicadas? They say they are the souls of poets who cannot keep quiet because, when they were alive, they never wrote the poems they wanted to.”
—	John Berger