Deep inside the empty space. I fill it will love and passion. I treat myself each day with a smile. I have learned that a cluttered desk is the sign of a cluttered mind. When I organize my thoughts, I tend to notice a weakness about myself. Once the weakness is defined, rather than cater to its needs, I replace the weakness with a strength. Seems though when I do this, people say "wow you are an odd person". But what people fail to realize is, each time you mention something you notice about me, it helps do nothing but simply build my character. Defining "Kyle" would take a novel to type. Those that have chosen to get to know me, have defined me in their own way. Does this mean I have many qualities? Or could it simply be that those who get to know me, pick and choose which characteristics they want to love and cherish? How is it that a person becomes an entity with no middle ground? Those people that know me, either choose to love me dearly, or choose to hate me. I am content with going to my grave knowing that, in this life, I have experienced love, pain, happiness, sadness, and many other emotions on the endless list of a person's soul. Each day I am given, is a new chance for that change I have been longing for. I can do nothing but accept it and make the best of it. I truely enjoy who I am, faults and all. I am not a beautiful person, or an ugly person. I am not a bitter person, or a miserable person. But what I am, is me. Happy and free.
