I’m an explainer.
Which some people confuse with complainer.
Or long-winded, but I am that too.
I have friends who mean to be well-wishers. But sometimes sound like non-listeners.
Friends that are comedians, but are actually genius observers.
Friends that seem genius, but are just wise enough to not say much.
I’m a sensitive soul who uses words as roots, and I have a worrying mind that lives in the clouds. But often I just look unorganized and tired.
I am that too.