all boxed up

i find myself reevaluating what i believe.
what am i willing to settle for?
what am i willing to risk?

i never thought i knew it all --
but everything i thought i knew was shook up and rearranged.
i feel like a jigsaw puzzle with pieces that were never meant to go together --
i'm comprised of confusion and absurdity and rawness and beauty and... and...

... and what?
why does it matter?
caught in a cyclical argument, my thoughts never surprise me, and i dont reach out anymore --
not to You, not to him, not to them.

i had the faintest grasp, but i took the pendulum and swung it in a direction that was easy to wrap my head around.

now we stand, staring at the box that i want to shove you into.
stop shaking your head at me. i know its wrong, but i know that this box is in the picture somehow.
could it be possible that i took the box from within you?

The Evolution of Simplicity

Is anyone else a little lost, or am I the only one feeling this?












I don't know when it happened, but somehow,
life
became
really
complex.















Life has become so cluttered, so busy and exhausting, so seemingly insurmountable and relentless that at times, it is more than overwhelming and too easily seen as a vicious cycle of fatigue, failures and false hopes.










So naturally, we panic.



























Panic doesn't always look the same.
It could be an outward break down, a collapsing of the forced pleasantries and social formalities.




It could be an unnerving silence, a piercing hush of anxiety and distress.





It could be a blind and desperate cry, a taking back of control through whatever means possible.
















What ever happened to simplicity?

















Can we come back to a point where simplicity is a little less complex and a little more... simple?






I'd like to believe it.
I need to believe it.