The more i write,the more i get drifted away in my own words, If you read between these lines and verses-you will discern myself in them! Am the author who is both the heroine and villain of his own story! The tales i tell,some portrying how europhic my life may seem, Others well,unleashing the dark side of me..where there is no tranquillity and serenity! Thats how its meant to be-fate right? What you dont understand is that I just dont want write I want to be the author of my own destiny! The part where i feel am in control of this mortal life. Make everything bow to my will. Most are the times i cling to this mental vicious cycle of desire,love and entangled emotions. Call it pursuit of happiness! I,you,we crave for something more Something complete,to escape this illusion-life The word perfection is not even close to what i need I crave for something infinite afterall I am a god! Master of creation,-art masterpiece!