Late night ramblings spew forth onto this page, ranging from happy to sad from joy to rage. They rest here for I can think of no better place, they must be released somewhere or I'll carry them in my eyes, my face. They are the moments when I feel that I must share, that overcome my senses with emotions that are far from rare. The loneliness of the night can be found, by reading a poem or two that in this forum gained sound. Words written upon my heart, released in need they had to depart. Better am I for letting them out, although for most they have their doubts. Beautiful words written not beautifully arranged, they come from a mind that is a tad deranged. For those that understand you are in my thoughts, for those that don't it's a battle you've never fought. Judge me not by the whimsical moments nor by the tireless need, instead judge me for who I am by all the good deeds.
