I am no more than a creature who craves attention just like everybody else.

I am a mere social being who likes to escape to an alternate reality where sadness is but a means to a blissful end.

Words are my tools to build this universe, and everytime you encounter them, you cross the line between the real and make-believe.

I love men. I love women. I love the in-betweens and the complications that come with them. I seek to understand, yet I know that all I am capable of is to make things more complicated.

So what I do is I reconcile these things into stories and fantasies that would satisfy my need to witness the unfathomable, the unreachable.

I am the mistake everyone regrets.
I am the second chance every single violator receives.
I am the yin in every person's yang.

MY MISTAKE IS YOUR MISTAKE.
MY MISERY IS YOUR MISERY.
MY GLORY IS YOUR GLORY.

I am a torn leaf in the book of memories.

I am a memory.

I am history.