I am me. I am no other, and no other is I.
Ali is an enigma, a constant, neverending search.
A spirit that wanders, and a soul that fades. Only to return ever stronger.
His mind searches for patterns within the chaos, music within the cacophony, order in turmoil, and enlightenment within the darkness.
His heart searches for his love within his hate, and his hate within his love, and all that lies inbetween. It searches for pleasure within pain, and fills his belly with hunger, and consoles him with a companion called longing.
His soul searches for moments of truth, in an endless sea of lies, for that spark of divinity that lie within all that is small. It searches for purpose amongst endless galaxies of probability, and it shuns the universe, thinking it limited compared to the infinite recesses within.
I'm also the typo king. And I like cheese.
5 of them wept:
i hope you will :)
and when you get back, remove my blog from your links, its over. thanks for linking and reading :)
Oh well, we should. And why's your blog finished Arsu? Dreamcancer cuwaze?
what happened about the reincarnation of episodes also, btw?
Yep, the liberty one. Sitting in the shithole right now. A better shithole than the worse shitholes in Pakiland *quote you*
comeee baaackkk no fair, hmpfff
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