Mayce—17

The mundane you might be curious about: I rock climb, it rocks (get it?). I play tennis and volleyball. I paint, I draw, I sleep, I eat, I live, I die...

This is boring. Onto something that actually makes me individualistic and worthwhile.

I'm a walking contradiction. My soul is as free as an airbender's and as resolute and stubborn as an earthbender's.

Heh. Avatar reference for the win.

Some people don't see me as stubborn, but believe me, I am when you warrant it. I choose my battle's with the precision of a calligraphist. But most of the time I am free flowing, curious (always), and always loving.

I appreciate the detail in life and the beauty of it.

I believe within everyone's soul harbors great depths of evil, yet at the same time, great depths of love. My writing dabbles in all aspects of the human soul. The treachery of it, the hate of it, the love of it, the hope in it.

And lastly, I believe that every piece of my writing harbors a tiny portion of my soul.

These are my ideas, my dreams, my hardships, myself, all immortalized and encapsulated. Always remembered.

Enjoy.