1 May 2012
The clutter and messes inside my mind, Will never be sorted in any kind.
This general disorder is mine to search, On a ledge, overlooking it all, do I perch.
A brain is a secretive, wonderful place, Where dreams and reality play catch-me and chase.
Mine, at least, will remain this way: I thank it's inefficiency every day.
Chaos In My Head. • Opuss № I