The Witch and the Storm

Trying. I really am. It's not so easy, but I try to understand. So things don't always follow my blueprint, does happen from time to time. I try to deal. What's this all about but that? It's all jokes, and it's a nifty trick I learned to never mean what I say. Of deceitful nature, in name of truth. We all keep something trapped inside. You your monster, me the lies (and the truth hidden in between). For I don't hate you, it's ok, I just feel misvalued, no, what I feel is ok. There's no reason, just the moskito in my eyelid. It already flew away. They all do eventually. But blueprints were never really meant to be followed.