I seem to always run away from stuff that im not so sure about. I guess im a good girl trying to play the rebel. It just doesnt happen for her you know? An impossibility that I spend my life to break the mold. A fluttered imagination makes this possible but a reality always overshadows it. "It" isn't real anyways so what is truly overshadowed..and if it cant be overshadowed then whatever is overshadowing it, is simply a pigment of our imagination, right? That doesn't make much sens doesn't it? A philosopher that sees the world in a tilted manner, an artist of wisdom, a con artist of things that cannot be explained is what I portray here. Just to prove that I find a better truth elsewhere... Maybe one day, a someone will understand a confused philosopher...maybe he will be the philosopher, the one everyone wants to find. Yet I remain here and zazen through the days and maybe, somewhere beyond the light, he will find me. You know, the one thing that I'm always running away from. Then, I must face my fears and headforth! no stuttering allowed...