I'm not sure anymore, but I just might be. I love being vague, it creates so many loose ends I'm a pretentious prick, yeah, sure, but I own it, like no one else would, at the cost of real friends. I see eyes gloss over every time I open my mouth. I know I'm not really the best to capture the imagination You see, it's just that.......... The words, they tumble out No pause, not giving my brain a chance to glance at all the havoc they could wreak I need to talk, it's an urge, an addiction and I'm hooked I love it, I relish it, with every breath, with every flourish, with every shout, with every overtly exaggerated action, I see smiles,I hear laughter, sweet as the tinkling of wind-chimes at me, or with me, I could not care less. Just a quick flash of a smile, and I'm content. Smiles. It's a beautiful sight.