Freedom in my grasp, thumb on the wheel.
Going somewhere, could be anywhere.
Flurrys of contextual feelings infiltrate my wake of red trails, rushing, all as one in this huge fucking current of human affairs.
So many feelings, hard to take in all at once. The standard pieces fit my puzzle, as i retreat to neolithic behaviors and compulsions.
I sit, and ponder, the very thought of a trapezoid fitting into my puzzle box of emotion.
As acceptance shifts, emotions do not, harder and harder to fit the block, circle or square, into the stomach of puzzles entangled about my head.
Do I need help? or my stomach stapled.
What must one do, to be enabled.
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