I feel a sense of desolate emptiness. Dark night of the Soul? Darkness within the Soul? Or lack of a Soul?
About Me
- Highlander
- Rivals Hamlet in his indecision. Friends consider him naive. Suffers from Peter Pan syndrome. A little confused in life but never lets go of his idiotic optimism. The quintessential Sagittarian philosopher. Ego next to zero. But a proud Mallu who can laugh at himself. Tries to keep a pure heart. He calls himself the Lone Wolf at times- no idea why. Finds joy in simple things-like splashing water in a puddle...or watching a spider spin a web... Or watching a mother teach her baby to walk... Has the habit of seeking the common thread in all opposites.. Strongly believes he's gonna be the Last Man Standing in some kind of survival game we all call Life. May the force be with him.