I am in a state of flux…

metaphorically speaking.

I am a juxtaposition of my other self.

My non-stop endevour in correcting my frailty and achieving perfection sometimes drives me crazy. Yet occasionally, I would leave things unattend, unfinished and imperfect.

I read too much into people’s reaction that I felt as if I am in paranoia. But at times, I can be so ignorant of people’s feelings and I would not give a damn. I can be oversensitive, and insensitive.

I can be full of confidence and self-assured; yet at times, I am insecure and self-doubting.

I like companies of friends, and I do not mind being in the centre of attention once in a while; but, every now and then, I wish that everyone around me would just vanish, and I would turn invisible.

I have dreams, I have visions, I have missions which I intend to accomplish; but occasionally, I can be so unsure where I am heading or where I should be heading.

I am considered to be a responsible person, and someone who takes concern of things that happened around me; yet I can be nonchalant and non-committal. 

I want to stay grounded, I like to stay grounded, and I would like to think that I am grounded; but why do I feel like I am standing in an Ivory Tower at times?

I prefer the night, but I love seeing the sun rise…

I am in a state of flux, and there is only one constant… I am only human