| User Name: | Averon |
| Name/Nick: | Lynasel |
| Last Visited On: | May. 18th, 2005, 04:48:56, PDT |
| Registered On: | June 06, 2004 |
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| Biography: | This is a place to come when your body wants rest but your mind wonders on. A place to see what could have happened to your friends, if the story took a differnt turn. A place were reality and imagination mesh in the most facinating ways before your eyes.
Were you can look into someones soul, and see what keeps them going. Were you can see others dreams. Were you can show your own. Here, anything can happen. All you have to do is writeit, then anyone can experience your fantasy first hand. Your friends and your enemies can become nothing more then mere characters, while the imanginary become your best friends.
You can lose yourself here, hopeless. No way to find your way back. It's addicting, an obsession. There's no warning. It takes over and it dominates your mind. You never know when reality will intrude, but you don't want it to. You want to live in this world, the one made by others like you. You want to contribute. You want to become part of the whole of this place where you come to escape.
But is it all a dream? How do you know that when you go to sleep at night, you're not really waking up? How do you know that your dreams aren't real? How can you really sure that your entire life has been nothing but a dream? One you mistook as the real thing. How do you know that I'm not a figment of your oh so active imagination, dear author? How do you know this whole world's not your dream?
Why do you wonder as I speak if I'm right? How can you be so easily set off balance? No one wants to think of these things. No one wants to realize one day that their reality's nothing. No one wants to investigate that fine line between the worlds we all live in.
What makes you think that all this isn't true? I don't envy you, my friend. Go on, keep living. We all live in our own twisted version of reality, anyway. Never looking beyond our own world and our veiws. Never beleiving someone else might just be right.
Hello! I'm Averon, as you might have noticed when you clicked on my nome. Sorry about that at the beginning, it was bugging me. Sometimes you can't help but to wonder....
What any of this has to do with me, you'll have to figure out for yourself. I dislike talking of myself to others. Does it not make you seem boring? Unable to see the outside world? Constuntly focusing on the their innerself, wanting nothing to do with others? I greatly dislike those who talk of nothing but themselves, they have no true veiw of the world. But what else to talk about in a biography?
While you sit at your computer screen, wondering what I'm thinking, I'm trying to figure out what I'm supposed to tell you. Spending hours in the solitude of your own room reading gives you little in the way of people skills. That's probably the reason Hiei is my all time favorite character, suffering a similar affliction. He has a muh better excuse, though. Trusting no one is a good reason not to talk to people. I think bookworms like myself are just antisocial, choosing friends among the people we meet in our travels amongst the many worlds of our lives. Why bother living in this world if there's one you like so much better else where? Why bother talking to people when you know someone so much better who's incapable, so youlike to think, of betraying you?
I concede to fate. You CAN'T write a biography without speaking some of your life. I'll try to give you a vague picture of who I am...
Uhh....
Give me a minute....
I don't think I know....
Have you ever noticed that when you spend a long time reading one book or a series, you start to talk in the language the author uses? And that you act like your favorite character? I seem to have mislaid my personality amoung those of my friends. They may even have meshed, making my true self lost in the mix. I suppose it's not much of a lose... You just end up the person your parents wanted youto be, otherwise.
What if I'm but a figment of some higher powers imagination put on this earth to try to gain an understanding of life? Unlikely. Never mind. |
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