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Premonition, fatality, pregnant humor, confusion, randomness, expectation, and a few words strung on a sheet of paper always gave me headaches.

Most times, I enjoy writing even though I know, I will never faithfully expose what is in my mind and soul. It's a shame when I cannot write and show the world just who I am. Even if I made a covenant to look, everywhere others saw nothing. If I do not write anything for a couple of minutes and instead I listen to the music beyond peoples conversations, I'll hear some of the crazy familiar voices in an uproar, ignoring my need for silence, or my lost in thought glances over a fast moving landscape of the past.

Fantasy was always the exchange of assumed roles and real identities, but which displaces which?

I worked hard to capture a fantasy world in written stories . Memories, took the center stage and I always looked for the right light shining on them, from the right angle until I identified my core with each and every one of them.