So Alex was telling me the other night that I'm a 'different' person when I'm with her, like more relaxed and perky and all. That I'm sort of aloof with others and strangers. I said that I maintain an image, surely because I have a complex.
But in my natural self, since I have so many people in my head, we converse with each other when I'm inside the car and the traffic is nuts.
Perhaps this would be part of the complex. But still, the mystery is still a thrill, and that is why, maybe, at one part, this universe is strangely all too mystified about me, hence; it couldn't quite catch my breath.
and we're not that close, yet.
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