Describing me is a bit difficult task as of now too. I've gone through so many complexes of life that simple things are abstract and unknown for me. In this quest of trying to establish myself, my footsteps are hindered every moment by an invisible barrier and how much I try I never succeed in finding a way around it. 

In these difficult times my only consolation is writing. The blank pages can hear me breath in the worries, anxieties and pain. They can see my invisible tears soaking and damping the air around me and can sometimes help me search for words and fit them into papers and present it to you. 

And in those incredible moments the electric joy that runs through my body is an unique sensation that fades over time and the desperation begins once again.