Crazy
Ignorant
I was
I like the way I spent hours drawing, lying on my belly lying on the carpet
Undisturbed, basking in the late afternoon rays of sun through the cheap blinds.
But I was so young then, maybe five or six
And I didn't care about the way I felt in idle times.
Ignorant
I am
I hate the way I move, the way I turn away from others
I hate the way I think!
My logic feels like a game of non sequitur, and no one is declared the winner!
Aimless and desperate and dispassionate and pressed for time
I'm a living paradox, in search of a paradise that doesn't exist.
I'll admit, I throw myself at unrealistic expectations, exquisitely absurd dreams.
I'm a sucker for escapism
A lover of men and women
I'm kind and honest if I'm in the mood, haha.
I know.
I'm kind of ridiculous.
In all honesty.
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