Need to write, need to write; need to think some

I have a daring heart with a head that's sure to spin. I'm always losing myself and seldom found. the pulsing of my veins keeps me in tune with the here and now. My book is closed and my thoughts remain dust-covered. I hold truth by it's neck and I cannot let it go. No part of me is wrapped around anyone's finger aside from my hair. I hate to say that I told you so. Catch your breath. Now, what to you mean, what do I mean?