Late Night Ruminations

And so it begins...I have a grin like the cheshire cat, but I can't disappear, although alot of the time it seems as though I am invisible anyway....I try not to crouch and  "beat around the bush" when I talk...language is cultural but my tongue can't form the right sounds sometimes being that my vocabulary is limited and is growing at an astoundingly slow rate...music makes daydreams seem real...my mind is like a watch tower, you never know what you are going to see from above.

I

am

addicted

to

writing

can you tell?