Well i can honestly say i do not enjoy writing about myself. Because i believe in the deeds you do will prove what type of person you are. But if i may i can say i am laid back, responsible, respectful and a romantic...love creative minds...i draw , i paint, i write poetry, do graphics...etc. like sport and working out, enjoy to relax and watch a good movie...I keep myself very busy with my career, there a ton of training require to be up to date with the technology to be able to create computer generated imagery and since thats what i do well i have to work hard. But like i always say you can always make time for the things you love and the people you love.... i know i don't write much but your more then welcome to ask question. Questions are important there are no dumb questions, if you don't ask how are you suppose to know....sorry if i sound like teacher but i have taught a couple of course and its the best advice i tell anyone.
**** a piece of my wirting****
Questions Marks...
Appear as visions in my sight...
Why was I brought to this world?
As a poet...
A philosopher...
Or a thinker...
Either one you may want to call me...
It hunts my emotion....
All I wanted was to be a simple man...
To walk the land...
To hold my hand...
Up in the sky when I reach the plan...
But I can't help the way I am...
My thoughts multiply exponentially...
I see everything...
From a simple gestures....
To the false impulses of a laughter...
I can't help to think what is my soul after...
My mind plays my life in different frequencies...
From my first conceived memory...
Through how I envision my life ending up to be...
My spirit is free ...
But it consumes its self...
Searching for the one...
That will fulfill its identity...
Knowing exactly those traits...
It needs to commit...
I have walked the roads...
I have walked the empty paths...
And I always end up at the starting block...
I guess I am just an outcast...
an irregular piece to a puzzle that will never be complete...
I am aching...
I am aching bad...
and no one seems to understand not even one of my simple lines...
always misunderstood...
always prejudged upon...
but very rarely will you see a weaken expression...
nor the gleam in my eyes...
now I will close my eyes...
rest the mechanism that triggers my mind...
and continue to fight for what I want and maybe...
it will end up how I wanted to be...
you can rest assure there is just
one me. ?PeterPaul 2010
