Okay, I still get nervous
Okay, I still look away
Okay, I still find fallen leaves
And figure out what they mean.
Okay, so I'm cryptic
Okay, so I'm nothing special
Okay, so I'm better off quiet
But I don't know how.
Okay, I still get nervous
And I say stupid things
Sometimes I'm not smart
But most of the time I know.
About Me
- Leila Rousseau
- Constant complainer, effervescent explainer, road rager, mostly moody, joke laugher, make believer, neverender, air breather and happy if you allow me. This is the incomplete scrapbook of Leila Rousseau's modernly artistic scrapings. Nothing is clear and nothing is really here. We can't all be inspired, and we can't all be interested. Be humble to knowledge, as it will always be greater and more fierce than ego and explanation. Everything here is my own, but I wonder whose I am. So I could pass on the credit, when I might make someone giggle, a little.
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