I am an endless sea of paradoxes and juxtapositions built upon one another. In the end I am far more complex and simple than I lead on, often times never sharing my true beliefs on anything save a select few I truly trust to never speak a word of it to anyone else, and thus devalue the potential intellectual confusion I can bring into the lives of those around me, forcing them to question themselves and what they believe in the hopes of eventually finding a deeper meaning to themselves and those around them. In this respect you could consider me a simple disordered mass that seeks only to manifest doubt, but that would be the surface thought, In the end there is a far brighter and far darker side to me than I could let on during my greatest high or my darkest drunken rambling.

Speaking without meaning seems to be the only way to convey the meaning of who i am to anyone. A life without purpose, but the purpose of life to live the life without an express purpose. To walk down narrow all