I don't know. I let words flow. I believe I'm writing this to someone, but maybe she won't understand that I'm talking to her. I find ruins of myself in my own words. I am a magnificent chump. A fool of gargantuan proportions.
What do you think it's about?
A limerick inspired by the time I barbecued my finger on a tea-light. Jack of all trades, master of none.
You devour each soul you come in contact with .. I’m a fool to believe you would never eat mine.. soul eater.. evans