True, as they say, you will never really know the essence and worth of what one is, unless you’re there to play the part. I may say I am equal parts changed and perhaps still the same. I still love to amuse myself with (.....), words and rhymes. At most times, I still am too flowery with them. I still have the affinity for anything of beauty, of art and anything worth praising for. I still am your same old sleepy head since these eyes never cease to plead for slumber. I love what comprise me now than what my whimsical wishes used to muse I ought to be.
I still am that someone who still time and again basks in neuroticism. I guess it’s the contradiction that I am--- a positivist-pessimis