Truth is a concept of believing: Many are those who believe through knowledge, others were led by gut-feeling; some folks were taught to believe, then there are those who believe by pure accident –opportune instances might compel us to believe, like Love. Believing in itself is a perplexing art – the one that would change your life in every turn and corner of your own thinking. We are consequently changed by the things we believe in. Nonetheless, the truth remains hidden from us (which I think is good); this gives us the chance to believe in something regardless of how it’s deeply indoctrinated in our world –we could just believe otherwise. There's no point in imposing a Persona for others to believe in – Anyhow, I would like to talk about all this stuff on a cup of coffee… with you, of course! –Who else would have the patience and virtue to listen and read, all the crap that I'm going to say?

I love drinking Coffee, a few pints of beer wouldn't hurt also.
I love to read -ones that would carry me out this innate boredom.

I might be happy and sociable in real life, however deep inside there's this unexplained coldness that lingers which could only be quenched by writing.