The Story Teller who is kinda Lost
Life is weird when you think about it. Some choose to ignore this fact though. But when one starts to think about it, one would rather be like the other perhaps. I decided to ponder on it for another while. Then when the time comes, i will tell you all about it. And then I can think some more, so that i can tell you more.
The toughest moment is the in-between, when I have to keep it all only to myself. It is like this bundle of air slightly presses on the stomach. It is not pain that I'm talking about. But It somehow makes you want to throw.
Personally, I don't see why you have to listen to me. But I guess if you are still reading, I better do my best to be more... entertaining. I have to believe that I know something that you don't know and really want to know. Or else, why would I keep mumbling?
yeah...why do i keep mumbling?
by the way... my name is otto. please leave me a message if you like what you see :tangotto@hotmail.com
i need your eyes.