In this space I cannot even begin to limit myself. And this is not a matter of pride, though I will admit I suffer from that ailment from time to time. No, this is a matter of lack of identity.
In this space, in these 2,000 characters, I cannot begin to describe who I am because I am not sure who I want to be in these 2.000 characters.
An adventurer?
A hero?
A lover?
A realist?
An optimist?
There is so much to be, and I shall never limit the opportunities I have to be something entirely different from whatever I could have written in this space.
I am sorry for not being more clear, but know this;
I am a writer. And to write is to bear one's soul upon pages. So here is my soul, please dissect it however you see fit.
My sincerest apologies for being so unapologetically myself, I hope that you will find my soul one that was enjoyable to discover.