He wrote : The autobiography of an isolated cynic

He wrote because he spoke no language ..... When he tried to communicate they never understood him ... As an isolated outcast he grew closer to his pen, closer to his pad, and closer to his thoughts ... Existing only in the mental company of this dynamic trio, a unique and unexplainable bond began to form ... He studied the ways of the pen and the greatness of the pad, while traveling to the depths of his thoughts in search of an explanation ..

His attempts at normal communication were met with major failure, as no one could speak the language of the dynamic trio .....Thus he wrote even more ..... As he progressed in life he made a pleasant discovery: There were others out there who also spoke their own languages .. people whom he had assumed did not exist ... They spoke Languages which also resulted in the isolation of their thoughts .... Thus they sang, thus they drew, thus they painted, and of course thus they wrote ...

He wrote, still writes and will write forever ... for that is his outlet to speak .. To let it all out .. To compensate himself with a mental friend ... As he has had limited progress in speaking the language of the majority, they have also not been able to learn much of his own language .. But the discovery of others has been a significant finding, as he knows that he is not alone in being alone ... Therefore, until the majority can comprehend his dialect, the dynamic trio shall be his only friends .... Thus he shall write