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| Pressing my warm face against the winter chilled bay window. My eyes closed, I could feel the snowflakes falling against the window and melting as they met the warmth of my face. I felt my grandma’s soft, dry, worn out yet full of strength hand slowly stroke my small pale ankle. “Don’t worry my child, mommy will be home soon,” she said in Greek . It was between the ages of five and seven, these were the years I had learned to be independent, the years were my imagination thrived. These were the lonely years of my childhood. My mother wasn’t home all that much these years, she was too caught up in her father’s illness, running from doctor office to doctor office. My father always worked late or out of state, trying to give us all that he can. It was usually just my older sister and my grandmother with me. I was the child in the classroom that always studied everything around him. The child that finished the class book last because he over analyzed each situation or dilemma that occurred in the book. I always saw things differently, differently in a sense were I took the most ordinary object of everyday life and made it into the most extraordinary piece of art work. For example, an old rusted metal bench that has turned green from mildew in Central Park. Covered in golden orange, red and yellow leaves on a fall afternoon. With sunlight poking through the branches and leaves of high trees, giving the bench a holy like glow. Most people would quickly walk by the bench, or possibly sit on it, but most probably never notice its beauty. It was in the years of my loneliness that I discovered my talent to see, hear, and feel these hidden beauties of every day life. I remember sitting in my backyard for hours staring at the branches of the apple tree entangled in grape vines that grew near by. It was in these years that I learned to be on my own and discover the inner me. Creating a totally separate world of pure beauty inside a world of reality which was nothing but busy, rushed and frustrated people. As I got older I wanted to bring this beauty to the world of reality. I guess in away turn this lonely world inside out. I wanted people to see what I saw, I wanted people to stare at the bench and from its beauty get that warm heart racing feeling the same way I did. Constantin | | |
| ok, so im sitting here and im bored....how do you add ppl on this crap? can you add ppl lol this is hard 
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I have three names; Constantin, Dean, Dino. Snow makes me happy. I want to change the world, when i am happy my eyes turn light brown. I love to write I dont like people I love to read i love painting i love colors although i dont like people i love my friends sometimes i think to much sometimes i dont think at all i love reading tragedies, depressing things intrigue me. The music i listen to is alternative rock, metal, punk and pop i dont have a scene but people say im "preppy punk" i hate labeling people i hate labling myself i hate people who judge others based on looks and rumors i hate gossip im very sarcastic and i love to mess with people that dont understand it I love photography i love taking pictures of trees and the sky i love the sky my favorite animals are birds i dont like myself much i think low of myself people tell me i expect to much of myself but i think im not just not trying my best i love my friends like family i hate fake people i dont talk much but i always listen i tend to contradict myself, sometimes i think i should take my own advice i love the sky i wish i knew how to fly i want to change the world if i could i would...snow makes me happy | | |
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