like a intwinded collaboration of confusion, my roots winds difficult patterns in my mind.
with so much of everything, life asks me questions that i cannot answer until i defeat myself again.
everything has a diffirent reasoninig, a multitude of yes’ and no’s …
i tred the ground so lightly these days like an ametur mathematician confident in the method, not the answer.
thousands of everything multiply as i think bout them – wonder why my life gasps these as they are too many for me to handle-and i handle so much until one day i will break my mind on these fields of complexity.
its difficult to think, the delegats of the options scream into my head and demand attention – my life is a span of affection.
complex this time, in my life where nothing seems as easy and as definitive as the answer.