Roar.

I'm Shab :). I believe you have to live in reality. Capture your dreams. And let them live. Therefore, I think like a realist, but dream like an idealist. And somewhere in between, live as both. Art is my drug and it continueously shoots through my veins. Its my addiction. My high. I am and always will be an architect; my dream, and future reality. Want nothing more than to designing works of art people can walk through. Live in. Dream of. I believe happiness is a choice, but admit darkness is beyond alluring. I try my best to live life and not let life live me. Life's full color is tucked beftween pages of musty books, and so I will never stop reading and will continue to write until my pen runs out of ink. I share my thoughts, feelings, experiences through words cluttered to form, hopefully, something more than merely words on a page. My shattered heart will most likely remain that way, waiting for someone to put it back together. Not "the one", for the there is no such person out there. Guess I'm not much of a happily-ever-after type of person. I believe no matter who's in love with who, love is love. It's beautiful and painful. And hate will simply always exsist. I will continue to live life knowing there is no God or any sort of higher being; just because you believe there is, doesn't mean I have to. My Friends are and always will be my extended family, they have all left an imprint on me, making me who I am. Oh, and when the sky melts, rainning inspiration onto my olive skin, my mind races. And when the fog envelopes me it makes me feel safe, breathe slower, and drowns me in pure bliss. I believe eyes are oceans that besiege you in intimacy. Lips, meant for kissing, and on occation, escaped lies. Sealed secrets. And hands either hold or kill. Death is beautiful, yet devistating. Life is painful. Unreal. My piano is my lover, and its music, his voice, sernading me. My camera captures vivid reality, but also illusion. The city is where I belong; the crowds make me feel safe, and its din is my music. War, to me, is a gamble of lives. Pointless. Inhuman. Stupid. Being unique is what I thrive for. I live in the moment. Feel the rush. Let it last. I'm proud of myself, for whatever reason and all the reasons I have to be, and will never forget who I am. I don't regret anything I have done. It has made me, me, something I would never change. My art and my words will live forever, leaving an impression on history, in an endless pool of ink.

Roar :).

Just a paragraph I felt like writing, summing me up (for the most part). Though this is like a "run-on paragraph", I felt that it made sense this way. After all people are whole (not split or cut into different sections), with different thoughts, impressions on life, and talents. Sorta like paint. A mix of paints together, forms one unique color... or in this case one unique person :).