Realities contradicts dreams.
Philosophy destroys passion.
Experiences evolve the heart.

I am a blogger but never a writer
I can dance but cannot choreograph
i can take photos but never an artist
I watch the evening news but never care.
I love animals but never cant take care of my own.

I am not perfect. i will never be complete.
what do you see in me except for my pretty face?

I write monologues that will never make sense.
why do i keep doing the things that will never be me?

because they inspire me

to breath
to live
to love
to search

to become something to someone aside from myself.

"i live not to fulfill your dreams. i am here to show that you can dream.
i will not live your life for you for i do not want to take away your own choices.
i may be ill mannered and temperamental at times but it does not mean i enjoy what i am doing.
though at times i cannot aspire you to do things you cannot do, i will be there to to remind and dream with you

i will be your muse.
on earth....above the clouds.

i will be your devil down below....