I am so complex, I am without definition. Unable to be known or understood. I am without meaning or reasoning.
I am not a poet though I like to try. I love to collect images online and share how wonderful they make me feel.
I am in love and hate to love it and love to hate it, I crave quiet and hate silence. I need people and like solitude.
Because of you I went from not believing in love to not being able to stop thinking about it and I HATE IT!
30 Apr 2009
Bacon, Eggs and Toast In A Cup
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