I am an anomaly.
A billion idiosyncrasies wrapped tight into one reckless gift.
A ticking time bomb whose detonation is solely dependent on the sway of my mood with the wind.
I am easily unapproachable, but undeniably hard to stay away from.
My attitude is scrawled in beautiful calligraphy, yet the words contort abstractly unable to be comprehended.
I am an Olympus vision to be held and yet my countenance rivals that of Cerberus himself.
My demeanor makes you crave the company of purgatory in hopes that it would...