I know you've never wondered what my head looks like, but here's peotry that expresses the over-emotional state of my mind anyways.

If you were about to leave this planet, what would you say, and who would you say it to? In this book of my poems, that I wrote almost exclusively in the young hours of days when insomnia ruled my life. This is how I speak my truth. If I were about to leave this planet, this book is one of very few things of mine that would give you insight to my life..... These would be my last words. Noceur-one who sleeps late or not at all; or, one who stays out late to revel or party