BuiltI am built of dreams, my familys and my own. The criticism of those who become passerby, and a simple belief in reality; that I exist.There are pages of my penmanship brimming with disdain for previous words; there is hope for constant change, for evolution of sorts within these words. To say that one may be ruled by emotion would be an easy misconception. Unimpressive and insecure, the walls of my mind convulse and the argument of an obsessive introspection arises.My senses hold my love of life.I am made of music. That lilting melody that curls around my being, colours of notes untangle themselves and caress me lovingly.