I’ve never been the most fun to be around.
Always keeping to myself, even when I was in high school.
Use to bury my nose in the sports section, studying stats, scores and transactions
Some thought I must have been uber smart, always got D’s in high school
My girlfriend is sporting four of those so not much has changed there
The quietness is still a big part of my life, spending much of my time not saying much.
Depending on who I’m around will reflect my levels of talkative.
At times I just let the music drift me off to another place, filling my head.
With different ways to say things, piecing thoughts together like a puzzle
Different word patterns open my eyes
Everyone speaks differently, everyone writes differently
I find myself studying it.
Spending much time alone, at times it bothers me.
As of late I’m getting used to it, not sure if that’s a bad thing
At times I question if my heart is in the right place
I also question if that’s a good thing or a bad thing
Am I doing too much for the wrong people, too little for the right
At times I get addicted to messenger
Other times I wonder if it’s right for me
I tend to question most things in my life more than once
Could be why it takes me so long to do anything I think about
As I sit here writing, I’m still debating about doing things from a month ago
Do I want to spend the money and try it out, or just pass and see what’s next
No idea where my brain will take me tomorrow
Nor do I know where it will take me the next day
I don’t plan on writing at anytime, it’s all spontanious
This is how I am
Hate me or love me