Clouded carats dream to be polished. But once cleaned like a hanging chandelier, the enigma of its purpose ceases for an object plainly seen arouses no challenge. 

I talk through poetry. I hide through my being phony. Internet is a good place to mingle and finally, be myself with the knowledge of being judged but without fear for you really don't know who's behind the curtain.

Read and kill time, dear friends. :)