Maybe I need to introduce myself and maybe I don't. here is not noun for me. I've lost things I haven't even found. People have met me but never realy knew me. Those who knows me reads my journal. Those who hate me finds this journal in their favorites page. I've not lived long enough to suffer much. I have suffered enough to live anymore. Kent Diamante I write my life and I write stories. I tell lies and I tell truths. Whoever believes in me would cry. Whoever cries is alive. There is the sky above and the land below. I am in-between. There is nothing else that can save me. No one could heal me. But you can hear me. You can read me. You can cry with me. For we are free. I love you. Only when I stop writing can we be together.