Discombobulated
I am confused.
I am dizzy.
I am.
"Words Matter" they say. "Which one?" I pray. Thousands upon thousands is all I have in my attic and in my boot; yet, I wonder to wonder their communicative pathway. A nerve to be nerved about - within and without. A pinch to be pleased. Surely at ease must be the way.
It is what it is.
Live the sun and love the moon.
A one-eighty, a different heading ennewed.