What can I say? I'm me. You are going to have to get to know me the old fashioned slow way

Talk to me

I've been thinking of .. words .. language .. style. How easy it is to be put off by it. How speech is, really, the window to the soul, the expression of the
dream we live

Therefore, when I find that flow - poetic without being laughable, true without being pompous, real without being boring. That's .. home.....
And I forget, how did I get there? And when
I am not there, where did I take a wrong turn?

How do I tap into the golden feel of .. well .. love?

It's inside me