I am the least expressive person. You might mean the world to me but I’ll brush you out like you mean nothing to me. I am a world of contradictory emotions raging through the streets of unknown. I’m both hot and cold at the same time. People call that bipolar. I call it living on the edge. Something that I do everyday.
I feel, but in shades.
My world is black and white. No shades. No hues.
I live on anything that makes me kick.
I could cry a river, and I do but in my own world.
Darkness is my 1st love.