[ga-bri-ella]

Take off that whimsical smirk and be real with me. Beyond my years some may say. Beyond my emotions is all I am. Don't confuse the two. Contagious is my personality, ostentatious is my facade and you'll never know the very chasm of my unadulterated identity.

You find someone who brings your guard down forcing you into an arrangement where your heart is laid bare and reflects off the irises of ten thousand strangers and all you can attempt to do is form a miasma amongst the regions that cause particular sensitivity. The thought is agonizing and more than a little daunting. I don't let you judge me for my immense trepidation thus my illusive pretentious state.

I want so many things in life. My dreams are large; my bounds are infinite, a malediction or a blessing? Possible and probable failure is to succumb. I'm not ready but then again, who really is?

So I throw down my words. I spit them at you. Consume them and dispose of them. I'm just another trying to find...

Just trying to find something.