Nonsense you say? Indeed.
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About Me
I'm Omar. 18. Moving through life with a bookshelf in one hand, a piano in the other and some unanswered questions floating above my head. I seldom say what I feel so I write it down instead. This here, is not my "diary" nor is it a collective journal. This here is a tumblr of mine and it is meant for my thoughts and for my actions. Eyes that follow my page are forewarned. Some things are meant to be found and some things...should not have been woken from the dark. Indeed! I'm a relatively happy person. I'm indefinitely incapable of every getting mad. I mean, I can get frustrated at times but I always get over things quite quickly. Well, just the simple things. Not the matters of the heart. As I continue to clutter the "about me" section of my tumblr I would like to take the time to describe just who I am even though my tumblr does it for me. So I'm a musical and a logical person most of the times. I've recently been opening myself up to becoming more emotional and that has been both quite an adventure as well as torture. But I've had no regrets thus far. I have an immense passion for the piano and for music that is born from it. My love of science is undeniable and should you share it with me, then by all means, let me get to know you! I like....a lot of things. A lot a lot of things. Things like, music, cars, college, the internet, nature, the color green, movies, books, and traveling. And I think I'll conclude with that. :)
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Nostalgia
There once was a boy named Omar. He lived in a castle in the sky and saw everything in the mountains and in the great cities. He knew when there was a war and when there was peace and always did his best to prevent as much violence as possible. And all he had to do was cover the land with his giant blanket and everything would turn out fine…..at least until his mother told him to pick it up from the floor and continue cleaning his room. But she didn’t know about the secret in his room. She didn’t know that his toys would come alive and try to fight each other…and it was his responsibility to maintain order. And he did. Day and night, until peace was restored.
Truth: sometimes I find old toys and play with them like I used to when I was little. I regret nothing.
