Someone told recently that me my needs are simple. Everything in fact is simple. But where then is my complexity? Complexity does not mean complicated. Simple does not have to disregard the complex. Perhaps it is my Self needing validation or soothin grafication. I am like no other and I refuse to join in. Who knew that rambles could be so fulfilling and freeing. My soul has been lit by something lately and I refuse to define it as simple. Or even complex. It simply is. Perhaps there is emotion there. I do not know what that is, but it creates sensations that I have never experienced before. And still I stare at walls.
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