I am. I am strong in my weaknesses. I am happy with my sorrows. In my young age I’ve been captivated by the strong urge of frustrations. Perhaps, it debilitated my inside, but nevertheless, I learned to seek emotions over emotions and feed my outside to become as hard as hardest paragon of life. I fell. I was broken. I cried. But I wiped out the tears of derailment. Standing now and will stand for infinity, this visage and its carnality, to face and conquer my enemies. My name is Kirby. I will continue to write the chapters of my life without the bias of making it plain. I will continue to search for my space and the purpose of my existence – whether trivial or not. The odyssey has just begun. And I I promise to be prolific and abundant.