Testing pen!!!!
Signing in......

I have a big head, a very big head infact. A mysterious tank filled with all sorts of thoughts, the good, bad, the acceptable, the creepy and so on, squeezing through the tortuous pathway to the higher centers, battling for expression. There is this very different thought that slowly and steadily, at specific instances of loneliness and reflection, comes to expression. The thought of you!
Now calm down, this isn't a love note or letter. This is just confused me dishing out what I think shouldn't be kept inside. My dear, I won't, like other guys, call you the only skeleton in my cupboard, because I have got quite a lot of skeletons. Neither are you the only sugar in my tea, I don't take sugar. You are also not the love of my life; no one can take the place of my mother. So the question is, what are you?
You are the question I can't answer, strange feelings arise when I think of you. Lights spark when I picture your face, it's like the glowing lamp in my dark world. I am a terrible poet, a pathetic one in fact. I am terrible with romantic similes and expressions. But all I ask is for us to continue in this mysterious journey that persistently distorts my equilibrium and perhaps one day, I will open this big mouth of mine and tell it your face... I love you!!!!!

Signing out

l don't it.....is this d end of your story