An innate aesthete burdened by, among other things, an appetite for affluence, I've embraced my loquacious emotional propensities with the fervent restraint of a mendaciously composed social presence. But a pure sylph wading through the decadent darkness of deception, disappointment, and dissolution, my truth lies within the intertwined toils of my impulsive honesty and inadvertent altruism. Compulsively raw, I attempt to cope with my erratic passions through the transformative process of verbal composition...I write my truth to tame a beauty from the beast.