I enjoy the paradox of life. I live like a sadist only to become a masochist in the end.
I love pondering about life yet the theme of death in poetry enlivens me.
The cruelty of life awakened the realist in me yet the comfort of living in a utopian world makes me a fictitious believer.
Lastly, loudness irritates me but silence keeps me insane.
So, yeah.. if you are thinking I'm crazy then I must make my point clear...I AM PERFECTLY SANE IN MY OWN WORLD OF INSANITY 🙌👸