I stand at 5’8 with a blank expression on a straight face pointed by an arrow nose. I walk as twisted as my thoughts are when they race in my dimension called my head. My head, my refuge, my place of solitude, the safe house where thoughts roam free and ideas, dreams and memories never fade with the passing time. My heart beats for music; rock and hip hop/rap. The words of the songs are always pumping in my veins. Poetry, that’s what I call it, deep, rhythm tic poetry, so expressive, so passionate, it motivates me to express myself not just visually artistic but poetic as well. I hate speaking, I hate conversations, especially when I’m not in the mood, which is most of the time, and mainly I hate hearing myself, hate hearing my voice. People say I’m always smiling, always laughing, never serious, the truth is on the inside, and behind that smile is a frown. A big frown hanging below a two serious; angry, cold eyes; eyes that see the lies, pain, failure in my reflection. The reflection of what is yet to be found and until it is found I’ll keep hiding. Hiding out fear, fear of failure, fear of never to be accepted and never be found, fear of becoming a lost sheep in the herd called society.