I'm still confused about what to write .... about me???? ... that's extremely centric and reflects absolute selfishness .... about people and surrounding crap??? do I seem to gather all the world's knowledge in one pile like Santa's ??? sometimes I believe I am the ONE and the OTHER ... the axis of existance ..... but to be precise ... I am the axis of MY existance ..... but what if i were a lie??? what if I only believe I exist??? what if I live stories I make up??? may be this cannot be because if I make up stories then i DO exist .... but what if I were a story made up by another one?? what if i were a divine dream? what if I do not really have flesh existance??? every single thing pours into annhilation ..... I Am Yearning To Perceive Myself .... drawning in seas of contradictions