I’ve concluded that I am not simple.
Simplicity is not a word in my vocabulary.
I am complex.
I am the lighting in the storm that comes and goes but shakes you as it leaves.
I am the rush you feel when a roller coaster drops down from its highest peak.
I am adrenaline racing through your body before you throw your first punch.
I’m drawn to madness.
I’m drawn to craziness.
I’m drawn to the excitement.
I’m drawn to the unknown.
I’m drawn to the uncontrollable.
I’m not someone or something you can figure out or solve.
My problems are not mathematical and there are no solutions.
At times, they are here then gone like lightning shining through the night sky.
Sometimes they catch me by surprise like my heart falling into my stomach.
Most of the time my problems run through my body and drain me.
like the overwhelming feeling after a long day at work, but I push.
I push through the drain-fulness and I push through the unsolved puzzles.
That is simply why I’m not so simple.
Being simple is something unfamiliar to me.
It’s a far reach from my comfort zone.
I react and act on my emotions due to my uncontrollable unsolvable problems.
I live and do things that feed my soul.
My life is poetry.
Poetry feeds my soul, lines run through my head like lyrics to a favorite song.
I’ve concluded that I’m drawn to the uncontrollable unpredictable feelings —
Because being in control is my comfort zone.