I may walk a fine line these days but that in no way means it is a straight one. I am imperfect and to me that is the most pure and human thing I have ever known. It is true beauty to learn and accept all flaws of yourself, no matter how big or small. Everyone is afraid of something. Everyone has their weaknesses. Everyone has their addictions, their loves, their hates but most of all; everyone has a passion and a call. My call is yet to be announced, though I think it often changes day to day but what is a day without change? I dont think I hold much consistency in my life but why should I? Chaos is my nature and my love. To flow with a crowd one day and then stand out the next. Whether I be indulging myself in a book, homework, someones eyes, opinions, conversation, or even their minds. I am always thinking or being thought of. There is never a moment in which I do not exist. For if I believe I exist, and I believe that I can do anything (which is a long list) then what else truly matters in this life time? Your straight lines can go to hell.