the mortal scene...

          I choose to be this way...a non-conformist, a dreamer then, but reality has bitten me hard...I've withstood the winds of change and am now being blown to wherever the north wind takes me...I take the stride and still keep my feet on solid ground...

          Hardly understood....a head so stubborn with a heart so soft..Sometimes I wish you'd care to see right through me and find ways to touch my soul..but then again when inflicted with pain, I'd hide inside my shell coz it's where I feel secure...