So, if there is anyone on here who actually looks at this profile frequently, there hasn't been anyting posted in a while. Not that I can't find anything to write about just trying to find something different. Something to seperate my poem from my poems. If that makes any sense. I tend to not make much sense. But then again that's who I am. It'sreally a rather enjoyable state, once you can get used to it. I don't know if i am used to it or not. Things just sometimes need to change. Time changes. People change. But the mind....needs to learn to change sometimes. And sometimes, we make it change and it shouldn;t. So when should it? I dont know. Does anyone know? What seperates me from you? Hair coulour? eye colour? here or there? the clothes i wear? the way i act? Yes. I sing in the hallway. I say stuff sometimes just to see if i can get a reaction. Does that make me a bad person? maybe. But who is going to say that. No one is innocent. We all have incentives. But are we willing to admit them? Not to who they are about. Why is this?