I fear I am a delusional fool in all things to do with the heart. But never mind, at least she flirts with me occasionally; Tis all I really need, for my imagination - vivid as it is; fills in all the gaps;
I live in the clouds. Reality is not for me. People say I should come down. That the clouds are not a place for grownups to be. I smile at them. Maybe one day, I say maybe one day I will come down. But I never will. Reality is not for me. I shall stay up here. The view is quite breathtaking.
lost, some-times found , clear, mostly confused, humming, adrift and wandering... i think i am a freak, i think i am bipolar, i think i think a lot...
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