I am...

The shadow of myself, the perfect idea, the last hope in the house of my mother, a lot of dreams one against another. I am lyrical all of me, yet I say something by not saying it in the way it is supposed to be, I am no acrobat, no circus freak, perhaps just the second part. I am no writer or artist, for you need to communicate something in a different level, something so clearly and yet universal, something that hits you in the stomach and in the eye and mind at the same time... I am not a hero because the things I've done are not enough. I am not done yet.