I choose how I live – like art, like petals of a flower –I own the freedom to control and create my own reality.
A lover once said to me, "Life is not rainbows and butterflies."Life is conflict and struggle – as it is the basis of breathing – full of opportunities and unfortunate events that form a process, a cycle.
Like an opera, I fall in love, fight, break-up, and do it again.
I find myself attached to my muses, fascinated at first with the excitement of a love that gradually grows into an insatiable thirst of lust. But only to find myself bored and haunted with heartbreak in the end.
Deem it open or committed, blessed or damned, there are yet many faces of affairs ahead of us. A certain religion said that we should always give thanks to our creator for all that he has given us. Ironic, but "Thank you Father, for the affairs."
Thus, my universe spins around this pattern: I fall, I serve, and then, I break her – gently.
Women are the soul to my existence – a vulnerable, susceptible presence, easy to depict yet hard to conceal. It’s the rawness of being present in an unprotected environment, the feeling of being defenseless and threatened, yet, she seems as if there is no danger at all – free from care, as if in her own little world.
Showing herself inside out, her dynamic presence – innocent as a beast, adorable as a maiden – a beauty you can fantasize and make love to, but never marry. Like a creature you can caress but never possess, she makes you want to die – boiling your blood like an angel seducing you to hell, forcing you to say, “Please don’t forgive me Father, for I have sinned.”
So strip off all your clothes, you’ll feel better.We’re born naked and always will be – just like the Sun, bare.