I once happened to be in an unusually close range with a madman on the streets, and i learnt perhaps, the deepest thing i could ever know about life and the human race. So, i wasn't looking where i was going, and nearly bumped into a madman. Of course, my instant reflex action was to flinch back and it took every possible self control i possessed to not pinch my nose at the stench emanating from him. He stopped, and asked me, surprisingly softly,
"Do you know the problem with us men? We fail to envision compassion. We fail to realize that this man in tattered clothes is human, just like me, and just as I could have been a regular, normal person like you, you could have easily been in tattered clothes roaming the streets as well".
He walked away and left me gaping-literally- my jaw was literally hanging just above the ground. I would have never in my wildest dreams expect such wisdom from a madman on the streets! It was then that I fully understood the concept of not judging a book by its cover. That, my friends, is the golden rule of my life!
Now... enough of the wise words from mad men on the streets[laughs hysterically... sorry, i am quite a character].
I'm Julius, once again.
I laugh alot, because i believe that since i only get one shot at life, why not live it like it actually is your only shot at life, you know? And also because everything around us is literally rib cracking... honestly.
Beaches are also a sort of spiritual home to me. The serenity, the breeze from the sea, everything about it is so peaceful and soothes the very depth of my soul. It also makes me daring and unnaturally bold. LOL, bold as in jumping-into-the-sea-knowing-i-cannot-swim-but-doing-it-anyway-and-expecting-to-come-back-alive type of bold. I never do that though. I just get on top of all these patches of sea rocks scattered across the shore and take funky pictures with my friends.
Now, to what brings me here. I love to write poems, particularly centered on pent up feelings i cannot seem to divulge to anyone else so, be warned. They are er... deep? No, intriguing. Sort of like, Stephen King-ish sort of intriguing. I love Stephen King too by the way... and James Patterson, Sidney Sheldon, Dan Brown, Dean Moore, Emily Bronte (Wuthering Heights makes me cry every damn time), the list is endless.
I hope you enjoy my stories.
And remember, do not judge a book by its cover! Judge mine by my love for them though. LOOL!
Thank you for bearing with my chitty chattering self.. LOL. LET'S STEEMIT!