Pondering

I tend to sit and think about things I can not explain. Like why people would insist on talking to be when they know I want nothing to do with them. Or why the idea of me being more than this creature that lives to anger other, is hard for some to grasp. The total being of my self is interlaced in a world of once sought after glory, brought down by the heart of a Man who truly does for once feel. So once again I ask that the line between what you think you know and what you see be torn down because you really don't know me. _Severus