The expression of self through the limitations of the written word, each letter a step closer to the person within, perhaps even a glimpse into the heart of the author. Yet, I sit here in the beauty of silence giving complete strangers the key to an ambiguous entrance. I am a great many things, beautiful and strange, unique to this pattern of existence, all of which bring warmth and satisfaction. However, like so many other kindred spirits I seek and long for someone to share all the wonderful things life has to offer.

A great deal can be said about self-description, how does one truly give an accurate portrait of who they are within? Eccentric, odd and beautifully unique would be a beginning. Reflection from another’s eyes would reveal that I am passionate about most things in my life, accepting the bad and transforming it into something more beneficial and productive. Recognizing the beauty in all things I strive for the imperfection found growing in me, flowing and poetic the waves breath warmth into my lungs so that my heart beats reminding me what it truly is to be alive.

My life at times hectic and stretched quite thin leaves my time with this empty canvas quite sparse, yet open to the thrilling strangeness of the artistic beauty that is created and reshaped each day. Nothing ever what it appears upon the surface, only a deeper gaze beyond the glimmering surface into the honesty of the soul and heart. I am many things, yet none greater than that of my passion and appreciation of life.

I would like to meet another who shares in the desire to meet someone who simply enjoys the other for who they are, and simply go where ever life takes us.

Depending upon the two individuals, anything from dinner to simply talking.