Im not perfect nor do I wanna be, perfection isnt living. I go where the wind takes me, where that place may be I dont know. Im between the shadows of happiness and sorrow, I haven't picked the path to walk down yet. I tend to lash out on things, things that I hold and dwell on. Ive dealt with chaos and harsh people, but then again it made me into the person I am today. I go towards the ones that are like me, only to not feel like an outcast. I listen to the stories of nature before anything else, nature holds untold stories. Every step I take is like walking for hours, almost like going on an adventure. I walk with a cold attitude, but deep