There are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home.

Some
tell lies to make it through the day, others are facing the truth. Some are evil men at war with good,

and some are good struggling with evil. Some are screaming at top of their lungs escaping the realities.
While some speak silence and dream some sorts of fantasies. 6 billion people, 6 billion souls, and he is
with them.

He is one of them. He is Aldrich Camposano, the young lad hiding behind his own shadows. He lives
behind the dullness of his silhouettes.

He spends his life living in the midst of light and dark, hate and love, living and dying inside.

Aldrich is one of those people who wears sheep’s clothing aiming not to neither look harmless nor prey
on them, but to be like them, because that’s how our society works. But despite of the cruelty and social
inequalities in our society, it should not only look merely on the things that are visible, because just like
the moon, there’s still something beautiful hidden in the darkness. That somehow, things that are
beyond our sights are definitely vital and essential. Just like what Aldrich Camposano once said “Take
what is given and what’s life has to offer. Make it over your way because we are born with an innate
capacity to be happy. And that light should never be overcome by the dark.

He is a boy who feels most alive in worlds that never existed. Who still believes that magic and fantasy is
still possible? He doesn’t speak too much but he leads the most intelligent conversations .

He is a thinker and has his own special style of learning. There’s something deep in his eyes that’s why
everybody pay glances at him. He has a beautiful soul and a genuine heart, a power and is not afraid to
be different.

He has weird habits of doing things that really diversifies him from other people. He always has the
strong urge and thirst for new knowledge and wisdom. He is beautiful, really beautiful. You know what
they say about butterflies? They don’t see how fascinating their wings are, so they live their whole lives
believing they’re not beautiful.

He is strange yet fetching. He’s odd, he’s unique. He’s mysterious but innocuous. He’s peculiar. He’s
special. He’s a painting painted with bright and vivid pastels. He’s an art, and always be a beautifully
crafted masterpiece no matter how life messes him up. He’s nothing but a living evident that even in
your broken state, you can still be a beautiful piece carefully crafted with the hands from the heavenly
realms of Gods.