A Strange Paradox

What follows is the result of a sleepless night spent with a restless brain.I can't promise it will be good.******I am a paradox and a little bit strange.I hope for sunshine but relish the rain.I catch my breath and let it go.I'm loud when I should whisper low.I am awkward I am shy.I long to dress like Grace Kelly.And pray for happy endings.I love sad songs, and ballerina flats.I toast to fallen stars and broken glass.I sometimes feel like a balloon floating on the horizon,Both free and doomed to get tangled up in a turbo prop engine.I believe in Angels. I think I spied one once.I don't think all accidents happen by chance.I'm present in the moment but get lost quite often.Twisting and churning like a falling leaf in the middle of autumn.In my youth I tried to fit in. I'm sure I did, with a few select friends.Sometimes I felt, like someone on the outside looking in.I can't say,  I don't feel that way still upon occasion.I like long exploring walks where I can laugh out loudand marvel at all I behold.While shedding a tear for the decay that will eventually unfold.***** Yes. That is definitely not good. It is quite bad.Oh well. It was a good writing exercise to say the least.xo