Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve this imagination of mine?
Must be a mix of something good, something bad, and a bit of something else.
Some days it stays at bay, other days it run rampant, never wanting to be caught.
Caught by the pen,
Caught by the page,
Caught forever by the reader.
I really should focus on keeping it in my head instead of blurting things out loud from my cubicle.
I should also probably stop giving everyone I come across a nickname…. and creating an elaborate inappropriate backstories…
I should and I could but let’s be honest I won’t 😉
Too true not to post (Mortisia.tumblr)