I don't what to tell you except...my insides consist of an overwhelming amount of love, lots of stars and lightning bolts, a little vulgar language, hope, velvet seats, unusual faith, black lace, musical notes, and an intense collection of run-on sentences.
My heart is trembling, my eyes are watering. I'm not sure where this world ends and I begin. I'm not sure what this all means. But I'm willing to know. I'm willing to pour out my heart here. To show whoever wants to see, the insides of who I am... twisted, charming, undefinded, and passionate. All these colors splattered on a page from my tilting this emotion filled bucket on to it, with no regard to consequence. Forgive my lack of decorum...but I must know how to reach the woman I've been longing to understand ...Myself.