My name is Thoth, I'm 32 years old and I have no children. I greet you from the Anatomy of this tomb with many thoughts in mind, so I will try to give you an image of my invisible self. Since you're taking the time out to read the contents of my scribe, I hope you do understand some of the infinite possibilities that now exist between our lives.
# 1 - you could take out the time to swim in my feelings, # 2 - you could also take a look on your life as a whole and see how this moment was being constructed from the time of both of our births, # 3 - or you could just simply ignore this scribe and act as though I've never existed. Anyway, my thoughts are always being plucked from the finest vines that I can think of, I don't know if its a combination of these inexplicable noises and dumb shows, or if I've finally embraced that melancholic sadness that everyone will one day discover.
Right now, I'm sitting in the yard observing this scenary that happens to more and occasionally speaks to me, I still can't explore and be totally uninhibited with these individuals, maybe it's because a man can only reveal the most intimate details about himself to a woman. This inborn optimism which controls my feelings won't allow to unpack myself properly in this hole, so I now draw further for someone who will share in my intense passion. After all, only a man and a woman possess the potential to become the best of friends.
Or e-mail me here please put my name in your letter I share this box with several others.
