The Concrete Is Fire

I feel constantly de-energized by everyday semi-momentous occasions which knock me off my feet. How can one live as if though nothing affects them? Pretending only goes so far. I feel as though I'm constantly confused, and sporadically in control. There are moments of understanding which fail to overcome any moment of the slightest confusion. It feels as though I am in a room of mirrors. I see the light but I cannot get out to greet the source and embrace that fleeting understanding.

Love is continually the most complex, yet simple thing that breeds the overwhelming confusion that often consumes the soul's sense of peace, allowing chaos to flourish in many parts of one's life. Love is a paradox. As a puzzle, it is its own solution. A recursive sacrament.

I'm going to suspend this post until I am more wake.

Chuckman