Four Seasons of Love

Hi, my name is Christopher, and this is my story, maybe It's just like yours, or maybe it isn't. Wemight not have anything in common, but, we may be very similar and have questions withoutanswers. I'm sure we are both constatly hunted by our past. Although we may not, I don't think I'm like you, my shy friend, invisible in the crowd, addicted tobe an addict. In the end, it doesn't matter whom I look like, or who I truly am. What you have inyour hands is my journal and it is welcoming you to live inside of a "MAYBE," and to fall in loveas much as to end up ignoring it. Life introduced her to me, to show me my desire of living through her eyes. Everything started inMay, but I can't tell you what day is today. I'd like to welcome you to my life, filled with excess and fun. I invite you to a world merged withcrisis, and to a life filled with music, concerts and poetry.