I seem to have a way about myself.
I've always been more do-er; les sayer.
I sometimes am soft, but most times solid.
I touch things hard then hendle them gently.
There is always been a certain amount of ruckus in my soul...
I stomp hard...
jump down abruptly.
My brain is speratic...
fixating... easily focused; all while quick and expansive always thursty to know the inner workings of another something.
Rowdy like a boy child.
But with a fools heart.
A love born daughter with sturdy legs and excitement in my bones.
A heaving chest coupled with quick feet...
quicker temper ...
the quickest tounge.
Sharp wit... sharp intellect... sharper edges.
Small in stature, but big in spirit...
I find myself described as CRASS at times...
But I'm full and I'm warm...
and my hands are healing.
This walking contradiction I could never seem to balance.
These depths so deep I could never seem to reach the bottom.
***ing Mariana trench dug down in the middle of my soul.
Jagged stones potruding out of charisma and heart.
Waves crashing wildly upon a beach of kindness, understanding, rage, aggression, and the God that I cant help but see in everything.
No bare feet...
Dont forget your diving suit...
Theres always been sharp ridges to my edges.
