Dirty Little Sucrets

I am twisted in knots; I am enigmatic to the core. My future is intertwined in a story partly authored by my fist. Thunder outside is oftentimes quieter than the screams within. I ramble more than I would like, and I love fiercely. The prolix side of me takes over from time to time, and feeds the world insanities that I can only hope are intriguing and relevant. This is my brain without the limitless constraints of pure text. It usually has much to do with my moods, feelings, and invocations of emotion and thought, and deals mainly with things such as love, life, philosophies, things that are interesting or well-said or thought-provoking. I can topple cities and win battles in my mind, but I struggle with some of the most mundane things in this life. I am a social beast, but a very private person. This may just be one of the truest sides of me. Not many get to see my more vulnerable, scarred side. This is my place to Vent. This is my brain incarnate. This is the mental projection of my soul. Oh girl, we are the same. We are strong and blessed, and so brave. With souls to be saved and faith regained. In joy and sorrow, my home's in your arms. She told me not to settle, and I did not. I'm Not a Bad Man; I'm Just Overwhelmed. It's all Chocolate Anyway, until the Scientific Hooliganism.