I am quite the dynamic figure; I am an abstract artist, an analyst, a ruthless critic an observer a quite human with much to say. I throw hockey sticks at idiots with deadly accuracy. I write therefore I have written. I balance, I weave, I dodge. I have played Hamlet, dressed as Ophelia and performed in almost all of Shakespeare's mediocre artistry.
I am best friends with Edgar Allan Poe, drank wine with Hemingway and spent the night partying with F. Scott Fitzgerald. I’ve shared a pipe with Gandalf and fought the white walker's last winter.
I stand alone amongst men. I’ve written scrawls of poetry on the arms of prison wardens, I’ve walked amongst politicians and fought alongside soldiers. I am who I am is, but only but a reflection of it all. You tell me who I am? AM I a word? A sentence? Maybe a novel? Yes, perhaps one wrapped in silver and gold, disguised in paper towels, I am the splinter in your fingers. I am who I want to be and everything in between.
I am quite the dynamic figure; I am an abstract artist, an analyst, a ruthless critic an observer a quite human with much to say. I throw hockey sticks at idiots with deadly accuracy. I write therefore I have written. I balance, I weave, I dodge. I have played Hamlet, dressed as Ophelia and performed in almost all of Shakespeare's mediocre artistry.
I am best friends with Edgar Allan Poe, drank wine with Hemingway and spent the night partying with F. Scott Fitzgerald. I’ve shared a pipe with Gandalf and fought the white walker's last winter.
I stand alone amongst men. I’ve written scrawls of poetry on the arms of prison wardens, I’ve walked amongst politicians and fought alongside soldiers. I am who I am is, but only but a reflection of it all. You tell me who I am? AM I a word? A sentence? Maybe a novel? Yes, perhaps one wrapped in silver and gold, disguised in paper towels, I am the splinter in your fingers. I am who I want to be and everything in between.