Impossibility runs rampant within me Overplaying scenarios lost within the inner land of "what if's" and possibilities I've been this way as long as I can remember Simplified emotions, yet my brain is an over-thinker who's job is to make me as miserable as possible Oh, but to dream like I do Blessings and a curse if you will For I have an idealistic imagination Dreams play out like movies on the big screen when I slumber On occasion I've turned what I can remember in the morning into a short story Most lay unfinished, the flow long forgotten Perhaps lying in wait to see if I'll ever return This is part of who I am as a whole though, an arrangement of puzzle pieces mostly correctly assembled. Strong willed, strength embodied. It took twenty four years to even fathom who I am and at twenty six I finally truly know. At times I wish others would see who I am right off the bat and understand me. I just want to share moments with people, to experience love in all forms. To run wild down the back roads of the country, stay up late exchanging stories. Being misunderstood can be left open to interpretation.