threelessthanten

Why is it that floating always feels like drowning, some how this vast ocean of complanceny seems to never have a shore. At what level does avoiding conflict with others cause enough emotional turoil to compete with the exxon valdez.

Where is my heart and where is my soul.
I am the collector.
why do i fear simplicity and when did it become so complicated. Can I settle or am I setteling, maybe its just a funk. Let me pour it out , should i pour you out. Is that what I need?