Surreptitious-Rein

I tend to stalk my desires to the point where it turns back time, then I become the wolf in sheep's clothing.  I think of the "what if's" until they consume me and then I play out the many scenarios within my twisted mind. All innocence is lost when you become the hunter.

I stared at this screen for ten minutes before I pecked at the first letter.  I need at outlet and this will have to do for now. Why is it that my mind has the capability to articulate a finely detailed argument within the confines of my skull, but when given the opportunity to express it I cannot find the words.  Or maybe it's  the fact that I can't imagine why the hell anyone would take the time to even read whatever nonsensical ranting's  I share, so what is the point.  Then I think perfect, no one will read this anyway so I might as well just start purging to release the mounting pressure that is exponentially building.  But then again it