If you read my interests section, you will see that I am being perfectly honest when I say that I am a convoluted person, full of many endless possibilities that make me who I am. I'm a young man who loves life. I miss the college experience and yearn for the transfixion of learning. The spellboundedness of having to use my brain for more than the usual motor functions. The breaking away from the usual mundanity that is so prevalent in my life. I love to write and for my life I feel like Dylan Thomas does and example being when he wrote in "In my Craft or Sullen Art". I write: "Not for the proud man apart/ from the raging moon I write/ On these spindrift pages/ Nor for the towering dead/ With their nightingales and psalms/ But for the lovers, their arms/ Round the griefs of the ages/ Who pay no praise or wages/ Nor heed my craft or art."
I love writing poetry and prose....but most of all, I just love the pure, unadultarated art of expressing my innermost being.
Okay okay. I better stop now because I'm starting to get too excited, and when I get excited I tend to ramble. Because I could go on and on....and talk all day about myself. Cause I do love myself.
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