Say

I am naturally a person of few words. Only if you knew the words bouncing off the walls of my mind. Then, you'll think again.
Much of the words are spent on thinking. Yes, I think. Too much sometimes. But it is just who I am.
I ask questions more than I give answers. Why? Because I'm curious. Yes yes, curiousity killed the cat. But not knowing will probably and most likely kill me.

And I have outlandish ideas and unconventional dreams yet there is always that ounce of hope that someday, just someday, it'll come true. These ideas, dreams and aspirations are personal. No one knows except for myself and Allah.
Maybe the day people will come to know, would be the day it comes true. Insya-Allah.

Sometimes I wonder...If anyone knows anything about me... As in the real me. I don't know for sure who is the real me. But it doesn't matter really. Because the only one who I need to prove who I am will know.

~Salam~