I am confused. I'm not exactly sure why I'm here or what I'm doing. I'm not all for this and have nothing as yet concrete in the sections of vision. I will flounder for the long haul, even when my focus will have moments of casual solidity. Of such things I can promise, your entertainment is a desired attainment. Of the rest we shall just have to wait and see, mind you not passively but with, perhaps, stumbling reprehensibility. And hopefully, now you are just as confused as I.
The physical:
An awakening London
The desired:
Unknown
The feeling in the forefront:
Restlessness
The smothering sense:
Tactile - cotton encased down
In absence of misplaced action:
I would be painting pictures on the back of my eyelids.
If I were listening closely:
Dispatch: The General
About Me
- The Mad Baroness
- I am a founding member of the House of Vera. I am a random soul. There is little else to describe why I do what I do. I rely mainly on feel, a smattering of reason, and am guided by a custom built sense of morality. I hate people but I love to travel and like to move often, yearly is preferable. I am a contradiction but normal is boring and since I spend so much time in my own company, it works out well... I would hate to bore myself.
