Untitled As Of Yet

I am not what is visible. I am everything no one knows. I will be everything no one ever knew. A scavenger hunt that is never ending you must search for my pieces in order to finally win the prize. A prize is unclaimed. A physical, emotional, and social disaster. Eloquently placed within society to complete others needs only as they see fit. Awaiting the thank yous and apologies that are over due and never returned. Whole hearted, thick headed, emotional wreck. Whom, might I add, is completely whole in façade. I have come full circle. I am understanding, organized, thoughtful, dependable, punctual, independent. I am nothing and everything. I am the moon and the sun. I am. I am. I am. I am words indescribable. Just like everyone else. No comparison. Everyone sees and no one knows and that is the way we live. We live seeing everything and knowing nothing. Making assumptions, forming thoughts and asking questions. Fact is not always truth. Fact: My eyes are a green. Truth: Sometimes they like to be brown. Fact: I write to express emotion. Truth: Sometimes I feel I can dance the emotion better than word it. Truth: Sometimes dance is virtually motionless. Sometimes can be every time. Every time can be never. Life is interpretation. Life is point. Life is contradiction. Life has sense and nonsense. Nonsensical makes the most sense. And when viewed upside down, Everything may make the most sense. So stand on your head so that everything makes sense only to find that everything is sideways.