mrdaft

I have figured out the nut I want to crack is the mirror image of me. She is what I seek to release out of myself. The pure imagery of cryptic colours and dreams do not change that fact.

My thoughts are convoluted. No one will ever figure me out, and that is sad when I look and see it in the mirror.

The universe is a particular place where everything swirls and changes to where it is supposed to be.

I know where I am destined. I know why, where, who, when and the rest. It is so soon that my tongue is bleeding from the dryness that it has received so far.

Yellow is nothing but a belt that can be changed when wants to emerald eyes.

hmmm, what new fact does anyone need or not need to know about me?

I have a file in Geneva on me because of a program i was in during high school called IB. Not sure if it exists elsewhere or not...
Apparently as dumb as I feel 99% of the time....according to them i'm not.

Perhaps will add a poem to this after..


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