Sometimes I find myself in a mood to mirror, twist, and darken writings, but sometimes I stopped because I am touched as continue to read some writings over and over. I am in strange mood, and this touched me. I felt it should be left as it is.
Aw...I'm not sure if this is supposed to be sad or happy, humorous, in a way, but I like it. It reminds me of my namesake aunt who had Alzheimer's and she would mutter under her breath constantly, but those mutterings were always lucid.