You said you wanted to try and decipher my mind. Welcome to the wilderness my dear. Beneath the long hair is a forest of convoluted words and images, sometimes mixed in with the occasional sound, the odd strain of violins, the single note of a piano. Welcome to the world of my mind, where half-formed thoughts stay as stunted bushes, but if nurtured can grow into great trees woven of such odd words as ‘adnascentia’ and ‘squish’ and strange, unearthly chords. Sometimes they grow into doodle trees, which, when processed by the more rational area of my mind, begin to bloom on such things as biology or math papers, sometimes even in between the notes on manuscript paper. Out of this tangled jungle I attempt to ensnare the right words to make you a gift of, the right letters to make you smile, to catch you off guard with.
You said you wanted to try and decipher my mind. The doors are open. All you have to do now is find them.