I’m quiet/reserved because I’m protecting you. I have 0 filters and when I start talking I gain momentum and there’s no stopping that torrential downpour of incoherent truth and the raw stream of powerful yet sometimes also subtle thoughts that come off the dome. Like when I hold the microphone, I rip and rap this ultimate map to a new world that I move towards and it comes at random times when I feel the hands align and the clockwork gears in my brain bring fears to the forefront of a bulldozer and I hold ‘er but she says no so I stopped

(Im a living Markov chain)