In this world so Complex are implications so severe of being some person known as me. From earth to sky, from sky to galaxies, from galaxies to quasars, and beyond are thoughts of that person known as me. In moments, in unorganized clues, in soft pulsations of heart, in whispering of lips, in reality, in rumors, and in my stories is somewhere a person known as me. One, two, three, and all the way to billion, and all the way to trillion feelings have been floating around ceaselessly within mind of a person known as me. From beyond satisfaction to utmost fulfillment, from limited expressions to unlimited desires, from vague dreams to realist decisions is a person known as me. He is wish of his own mind. He is love of his own kind. Sometimes, in this world so complex remains some mysteries as mysterious as this person known as me.