the hardest seasons are the ones that occur from time to time, when you think you are paying attention to details but then the probability of colliding head on with the element of surprise still sweeps you off your bad footing. and then you end up strangling yourself. it is not ok, you tell yourself. of course it isn’t. but before we move on, where is the instructional manual that guides you through beating out the hurricane from your windpipe?
Not revealing it causes you anguish, but how can revealing it not cause you more?
who are you and why are you here.
Rage never hurts
Prime numbers are what is left when you have taken all the patterns away. I think prime numbers are like life. They are very logical but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them.
Still feels like the mistake is mine, the mistake is me