Wet With the Mess of Ambiguity

Painfully plagued with a perfectionless perception of the paradox people pin beneath their 'plain' portraits

Creatively cursed to cave, caring continuously at a curve surpassing the careful feelings of the returned. Craving a decrease in this craze, and an increase in cushioned comfort of another, while constructing a different kind of self.

Why must I waste wonderous moments wakened with my mind wondering on, muttering words masked with a wonderful after-taste but wet with the mess of ambiguity.