Babble in my Bubble

I had the Conversation. Felt better. God what was I thinking? Or maybe I wasn't.

Where am I? I am still in pursuit of that great beauty. That elusive magical world in which to live in. Finding each piece and creating this bubble. Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble.

I am speaking nonsense. Maybe it's all the cheese I had.

My new policy: honesty coupled with politeness. Is this possible? But it attracts me. Rudeness annoys me.

Gotta find me a new toy. Maybe I should learn how to fly.

Bleeding now. Small cuts hurts like a bitch. Clumsy me. Best turn in before I hurt myself further. Goodnight and sweet dreams.