I sometimes contemplate whether I somehow dreamed up everything I come in contact with or not.
Deep in a contemplative state, I wonder if I imagine every unrequited love I encounter as a physical representation of my insecurities.
My secluded thoughts, are a recluse in my subconscious that rarely escapes past my lips into the thoughts of others. I will continue to passionately believe that I am impossible to generalize.
I am more than words. I am a thought that will forever be "just at the tip of your tongue". I am a Technicolor trip in a black and white universe but you can't recall misusing a substance.
I'm organic and evolving. I am not the same person I was when you first met me, regardless of when that was. I am not afraid of change. I am change.
I do not fear myself.