A blossoming, moody poet.

Prone to days spent brooding indoors, reading Rilke and Nietzsche. Inspired by Van Gogh and Brahms (I like the stranger ones- fighting up from the bottom, proving with their works: no, indeed, we are not robots!)

Prone to days spent frollicking outdoors and licking up Mother Nature with great exuberance. Inspired by Buddha.

Perhaps a worshipper of Rilke?

A lover of fantasy. Inspired by elves and Ents. 

A lover, not a fighter.

A laugher, not a pouter.

[Absolute truth: Everything can be funny.]

Holding a morbid, amiable fascination with death; not unlike that of Rilke or Woody Allen.

Enjoys a passive-aggressive approach to quietly and stubbornly refusing to conform to society's norms.

A seeker of love, peace, harmony, joy, learning, problem-solving, poetry, beauty, and mostly truth. 

____________________________________________________________________

I have gone on a journey,     and I have learned how to fly, how to
see, how to breathe, and I

look forward                        to hearing about your journey and
how you have learned

                            to see, to fly, to breathe
 to hearing about yours.

I have many adventures, epiphanies, and self-realizations to share with you.

Soon these will arrive in glaring brilliance of simultaneous eloquence and

lack of tact; not without the contribution of glorious self-awareness

that is the life creating the beauty in Rusty,

Twisted, Curling fire Escapes;

on Faded, window-Shattered,

(Beautiful, half-Burnt,

with dark, dead
tree silhouttes,
powerlines,
and crows)

Brick Buildings.

(Behind a teal sky)

There is more to follow.

_______________________________________________________

Naisha