hazzards.

things heading off in different directions, all over the place. so much going on I can barely keep track of it, much less allow myself to feel anything about it. it’s all “red lights, down, white lights, going up!” and i stand somewhere in the middle, in the thick of it, part and parcel, and yet simply observing.. there’s good, there’s bad, it’s going forwards, backwards and around again. nothing more and nothing less. everything and nothing are two things, and nothing else.

i know that makes little sense to anyone but me, but it’s a complex world.