He loves to listen to himself talking, and that's not a problem... I love to listen to myself talking too. And I like to look at me while I am talking, and I'm glad that I can do it. I just need a mirror, and that's it! I can see the movement of my lips and I find it very funny and charming. I like to hide my ideas with flowers, mops and even words... We do it all the time. We do. And I do it consciously because I do believe in arts, I can see the wonder (or I think that I can... but it doesn't really matter). I like to notice patterns, even if the pattern is the absence of patterns. It makes me happy. I am made of something which is alive and I feel it. However, I can't deal with some people. Maybe I was not concieved to be a growing child, but to be an eternal child, with eternal adults around me. Thus, I could talk and chat, what I love. Perhaps by writting I can reach beauty and wisdom. That's my wish... At least, by writting my stories, I might imagine that I am thirteen forever, thirteen is my favorite of all numbers. And I'd love if my name was Epiphany Black or Meredith Love... but I'm not that lucky. How I miss playing tennis!
