No one knows me – fortunatly for me.
My fate is sealed, my destiny is predefined.
They know me – me by my public interface, my plan to understand this place that pulls at me.
I’m hidden from those I know, those that ‘know’ me – I’m alive only when I’m free. At night when I close my eyes, my universe opens up – my closed eyes see not whats in front of me, but inside my soul my minds thoughts and my library – my secrets, my home away from home – my most intense recallections that break apart my heart and my most wonderful ones that seal it again.
I have not found a person in this world trully worthy, nor to trust . Strength and love and being brave is like all things, realative.
Like an unmistakably,remarkable invention, I have it concealed trapped and concealed in my mind – the untimate mark, that all relatives accociated with it will be trully amazing.
my public interface is the guard that stands in the rain before the gates and fends those that should not enter.
the public interface is the consolidation of all the highs and lows of human existance and they conformance to them – the shape that fits together with the world as it stands.