I began to write as soon as I knew what an idea was. Although I’m consistently inconsistent, I try to jot everything down, especially the poetry before it flies off into oblivion.
I once wrote about mama bear, papa bear and baby bear going on a picnic in the woods. and i don’t know why but mama bear had to go somewhere for a while as papa and baby bear set the spot. later on, mama bear didn’t come back. so they went looking for her and they did find her. but they found her trapped, bloody and dead.
and to think that i wrote that when i was seven. i does sum up who i am as a whole. even at a young age, i was already morbid and pensive. so when you get to meet me, if you get to meet me,you may get the impression that i’m the strict but reserved type of person. i don’t talk much, but it’s not because i don’t have anything to say; it’s because i’m a better listener than a conversationalist. i maintain a neutral expression or maybe “bored” to some while most interpret it as my serious face because i constantly and continuously think! if not, i’m listening to music in my head. lastly, i have this distorted image of myself and what i can do, and i also keep a stack of my own supply of self-hatred at the back of my mind. why i do that, i am still investigating the matter and searching for the right answers. still, i strive to be a lifetime learner and for that, i maximize experiences and the interactions in between.
if you’re worried of my solitary nature, don’t be. i chose to be on my own. It’s funny because I just can’t seem to get myself out of my head at times, but i enjoy being alone. I’ve learned that the mind is the most interesting and the most dangerous place to be in.
