randomness

I am always wondering about so many things.
I always tend to over think ans exhaust myself about petty and whimsical things that overlook the ones that should matter.
It's really annoying but I think I t is really a part of who I am.
I find it very easy to use words to paint pictures of fantasy and surrealism.
SO much that I just make it as a game to impress fools and pundits alike.
But when it is about my real heart, I can't just really utter a single word but just s gust of wind that faintly escapes my mouth and assuming that it will be audible for an abrupt word.
I love so many people and adore a thousand more
But a million words seems to seep right out of my realm when I want them to grasp the real me.

It's such a baloney