I am armed with the humor, that can only be justifiably expressed, as an alcoholics dark charm.
I am sheltered with secrets.
Secrets that make up my life.
Secrets that are close knit, yet are tampered with; as time goes on.
Dampened with holes, as big as, chain link fences.
Deflected with an imagination, as well equipped as my mind's eye will let me inhabit.
I am filled with a trifling soul and a warm heart.