sageeeez

chaos slithers into the crack of emptiness left from a potential chance at love
          
          causing such ire to crunch open existential learning for a paracausal choice after light(e)ning
          
          
          

          
          I used to think that no one was capable of understanding me. No one was able to comprehend what and who I am. How I experience things. 
          
          Now, I know that I am able to be fully understood. Only, I haven’t found anyone willing to understand. Willing to comprehend. Willing to learn more than the surface sensations I’m able to impart. 
          
          So much willfulness…
          
          where lies the willingness…?
          

something to live for? oh where can that be~