CUCKOO

Delving deep into archives does my pride no good- have I really had thoughts so inane? I have been called Mental at/many times, but idiot enough to pen them down?

Nevertheless, I shall not delete and let them be.. they're memoirs of the more carefree and thoughtless days, where I wrote exactly what my head thought as my fingers flew over the keys. Where I didn't think, guard and measure before I wrote.

My mad, mad, free days. If I was off my rocker then, then I think I'm back on now. In exactly two minutes, I shall match the chimes and poke my head out of the window three times.

Cuckoo :)