My mind is always going...I'm analytical by nature. I'm always planning trips in my head and most of them become reality. I have a wanderlust soul and I'm not afraid to fly.

When tweets turn into poetry...

When you wake up in your feelings...
But that's ok...the only way to get thru them is to go thru them.
I can't even explain the hold you have without skimming the definition of crazy.
Our souls have dances in galaxies...
Our souls have wed in past lives...
Every breath I breathe is influenced by the gaze in your eyes...
But when you look at another I don't try to understand,
I don't want to understand.
If I put meaning into that gaze everything I knew, I know...goes out the window...
I bruised...scarred...torn...am complete.