Who am i ? The white paper waiting for its fate to be scribbled on, Or the black ink going to write its own destiny. A paradox , or a mystery to be resolved. ( Full piece in caption) Who am i ? The dazzling fire inside a struggling artist , Or the breeze of satiety of an initiator. The white paper waiting for its fate to be scribbled on, Or the black ink going to write its own destiny. The roar of storm exhibiting its strength,