My hands are streaked with the paint of dreams. My mind wanders through the swirling of literature, the dialogues that echo, and the images that appear so clearly as if they were a memory. I indulge in the chaotic piles of adventure and its disarray of knowledge. To me sunsets are the most natural forms of a masterpiece.

My heart is pinned with ribbons, ranks, and certificates that prove I’m doing something to be proud of. My feet are stained from the orange of a diamond. I crave for the soreness of hard work. The bruises I earn are badges of honor.

Through life I've learned that even if my arms shake, I’ll always pick myself off the ground after the world has won with a knockout.