“You’re uhhh”

*lots of disgruntled sounds*

“You’re special, different…not like anyone I’ve known…I don’t know the right word for it….look around your place. Describe it in one word?”

Me and my dark humor –

“Uh…a creative clusterfuck? messy masterpiece? hoarders heaven?”

*Him reminding me to be positive*

“Free”

“It’s me. It doesn’t make sense. But neither do I, it’s my own little creative nest. I’m a free bird.”

Freedom of expression. wear it, speak it…live in it

I also don’t like being held down or restrained…out of control. Metaphorically or Physically.

It’s not a theory one wants to test.