Sunder

I have a bad habit of Mystique, of Vagueness, of Huimility, of Archaic Expressions.

I cannot express myself clearly; too long have I spent inside my own head, explain things to myself with ever increasing madness colouring my words. Flowery language blooms in my muddled thoughts, 'high language' replacing the common tongue... and the common tongue is common for a reason; people understand it, it's clear, it's base and widely spread.

Poetic language and form inundate my thoughts; it is why my writings twist so, and why I cannot speak clearly; my thoughts do not translate to spoken language, my madness bars my tongue from wagging with silver syllables...

So I mumble, and stumble, and hesitate to speak; so I am brash among friends, and silent among strangers, letting my deep bass rumble forth on rare occasions, holding my tongue for fear of shame and the rapid, rapid speech my tripping syllables take.

And that is that, I suppose. Now you know more about me =)

Dreams

I had a dream, and I will right it down here before it slips my mind entirely. I rarely have dreams, and even more rarely remember them.

I was starving, so hungry I could feel my stomach churning and groaning every second. So I ate everything in the house I could find, but the hunger did not stop, and I found other people outside with the same problem. They said it was a parasite, and it never went away. A few people did not have it, and did not need to eat, but everyone else was eating whatever they could find, and ordering as much food as they could at restaurants.

I placed an order at a Chinese restaurant, then left and walked around. I stopped being hungry, and could no longer connect with the other people around me. Then I woke up.

Kind of weird, eh?

Family

I have a rather broad sense of relationships, likely because of the peculiar way my mind works. Everyone I've ever met, no matter how brief the encounter, is my family.

A word online, a glance in public, a dear lover, a man of foul demeanor... all incorporated into my grand familia.

Perhaps those I do not know well are distant cousins; my enemies may be evil uncles and step-brothers. Younger friends are little siblings, nieces; older are uncles, aunts, big brothers...

And that's that ^^