Patience is a virtue that I’m not fond of, though I try my best, with all my will-power to set the best examples for myself. That nagging feeling of wanting to take charge, or to wrestle the dilemma of change comes about when the attempt is made. After all, I am a man who lives by doses of adrenaline and anxiety on a daily basis. … Continue reading A virtue called Patience. Self-aware or need to be told?
My sanctuary is located deep in my mind, it allows a slow process of regeneration of my wounds. The sanctuary is like the silence between thoughts, giving a rhythm and shape to the whole. I understand that everything in this world contains all the basic elements of order however my sanctuary permits me to be inconsequential. I am able to embrace the chaos that rages … Continue reading Conquering my wounds, within the santuary of my mind
There is one part of a woman that I dearly worship; definitely not a fetish addiction, more of a divine embrace to her assets. That part is something that I do my best, although often effortlessly, to make it happen. It is her smile. The slight twitch of her cheek muscles display her resistance to my boyish-grinning charms. However usually it takes me a mere … Continue reading A window, or an invitation, to a woman’s mind is her …
I’m a tweet addict; nothing else in the social media realm satisfy my curiosity than Twitter. It is not just about socialising, meeting new friends or even gathering information. It is about learning the psyche behind the avatar, the character. The avatar is not just a photo or a symbol of what the person portrays for public viewing, it carries an amusement park of personalities … Continue reading The one-dimensional mind-fuck ~ Twitter or the brain?