Just Me . . .
You should really know whom you’re engaging before you gallivant through the pages of a stranger’s nonsensical drabble.
The depth of my character cannot be understood just through the introduction of a digital medium. I’m unquestionably shy, beseechingly introverted and blatantly unsure of how to release the comforting restraints built around my persona.
I’m just like you – an expected gift wrapped in pretty packaging, flowery words and the whispered reverence of something new.
My gifts have been laid and my soul has been bared to pave way for the expectations of my own motivations; the rise of my anticipations; and with hope, the graceful abdication of a well placed precedent.
There’s no fireworks; no pretentious, convoluted undertones (*smirk*). There’s just me. Perfectly placid . . . cautiously complicated . . . me.
