I am fundamentally introverted and given to thought. I am often perceived
as very (or overly) pondering and i'm also both considerate and very
cautious. I am organized and schedule oriented, often planning
extensively. I can be highly creative in activities such as poetry, art
and mathematics - and i'm sensitive to others. Because of this
sensitivity and my thoughtfulness i can become preoccupied with the
tragedy and cruelty in the world which makes me susceptible to
depression and moodiness. Often i am a perfectionist. My desire for
perfection often results in a high degree of personal excellence but
also makes me to be highly conscientious and difficult to relate to
because others often cannot please me. I am self-reliant and
independent, preferring to do things myself in order to meet my
standards. One negative part of me is that i can get so involved in what
i am doing that i forget to think of other issues. My caution enables me
to prevent problems that the more impulsive personality runs into, but
can also cause me to procrastinate and remain in the planning stage of a
project for very long periods.
I know you think i am naughty. A pervert with a mundane mind. Whose upbringing may be faulty I know dear friend, i know. I know you feel i'm not serious. Most times you think i am kidding. You hardly know when i'm furious. I know dearest i know. Sometimes i tend to be recluse. Pushing you away, setting loose Blotches and sparks of my own fuse That hurt you... friend... i know. You know we all are not perfect. There's beauty in our flaws dearest. Don't make us in our hurts, neglect. Moments that made our love to grow. On boundless plains, in seas ashore. Where sands glinted like distant stars And hope was drawn across the waves That washed our pains and healed our scars. I know you know i love you still. Despite the way you treat me still. You do not know that soon i will. Leave you, dear friend, alone. To live my life in subtle peace. And break all bonds that brought us joy. And to my tent in solemn bliss. Forget that you ever exist... -- Dan...
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