I'm an Environmental Designer, who hugs trees and greens the city. I consider myself an eco-artist. The world is our canvas, and creativity our palette, the only limitation is ones imagination.

Here's a poem I wrote expressing the fate of searching for that special someone.

Finding Another Truthful Embrace

I hold my head in my hands
Bearing the weight of my dreams
Need the strength of a thousand men
To hold my head up it seems

Try to give it a lift
Only I'm brought to my knees
Cursed with a gift
That only she sees

I look up at the sky
And try to beg please
As I question why
I have this disease

Not looking for a cure
Just someone who cares
Someone that I'm sure
Will always be there

Until I find her
I'll remain on my knees
Until I know that you're
The one to put the weight of my dreams at ease.

We do not stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.

If I was normal, I'd be boring like you!