If life, the world, people and relationships are puzzle pieces…and I’m a circle…how can it ever work? Is it me that must be molded…or is it the world that must transform?
My thoughts propose rebellion and revolutionary tactics. My thoughts are of old fashioned ideals and religious importance. My mind is one of mercurial temper.
I’m so contrary that I have deep divides and colliding forces within my soul. What is this intangible reality? It’s nonsensical.