10 May 2012
...there was an age when I started to recognize the existence of beauty in the world, copying poetry to keep as if I could consume them and their vivacity -- red poems, moody poems, wistful poems, all the beauty swirling in the landscape of my head that I longed to capture. Did I wish to become beautiful, like all these novel and noble ideas that washed my naive self awry from the mundane side of this world? Soon after puberty hit and the angst of adolescence bordered on every thought I had, I discovered the power of words... (Year 2008)
That Said, Beauty Apprehended Through The Intellect Is A Fierce, Brilliant Blazing Thing. • Opuss № I