I am a vagabond. A rover. A tramp; crossing moon rivers, sipping nectars, munching rose petals, breaking hearts for a song until it hurts and becomes a bore.

I am a thousand oceans. I am the turbulent, rolling waves in the sea and I am its ephemeral bubbles lapping in the shore.

I am a rock and my words are granite or maybe a diamond that can cut stone.

I am a self-professed Bitch; I am the opener of Pandora's box. I am the thief who stole Pan's wooden pipe. I am no Vige-Lebrun, Rimbaud or Baudelaire, but a juggler of words, pens and papers, paintbrushes and canvases.

I am a wolverine personified, and my metabolism is favored by Hermes.

I am the sum of my parts. I abhor false modesty and cheating boyfriends. I appreciate honesty, loyalty and effort. I am immortal. I am a believer of happiness. I am a fast walker. I am into witty and intellectual conversations. My speech is nothing but crumbs that fall down from the feast of my mind. I strive to be bigger than the moment... wiser than the moment. I am a child-woman; perpetually fragile yet hard to break.

I am the captain of my own ship.

I explore.

I wander.

I roam.

Challenges are what I live for. They say a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step...

And appropriately, mine is a journey without a finish line.