I am indescribable, but which of us isn't? I am whimsical at best.
My interests vary; a bi-polar spectrum of wants and feelings and needless thoughts; wants for the passions I desire; feelings for the situations that evoke emotion in me; needless thoughts that run errant and escape from me - sometimes beautifully, like the breaking dawn of a new day, and sometimes terribly, like the falsehood of relationships.
I am both sane and insane; turbulent and calm. I am a wreckage of what everyone has made me; history repeats itself. I hope to break that pattern.
In trying to tell you who I am, I have really told you nothing. But that nothing is what makes the whirlwind of our lives so fascinating.