Kinda funny, kinda not.
You promised but you forgot.
Kinda like a quiet blot,
which did twist the plot.
Kinda funny, kinda not.
I like lists. I like making them. I like thinking. I think a lot.
Writing is part of being who I am. It defines me. Sort of.
I write coz I need to.
I write coz I need to.
I am moody. I am an introvert but will talk a lot when I want to.
I like secrets.
And memories.
And words.
And coffee.
And chocolate.
Its something else.
Not something unexpected
like silence in a full hall
or butterflies in winter.
Not unusual.
Just something else.
