Things have been confusing; simple, yet complicated in a way, easy, but at times too tough to handle, and as if it's not enough, there are things you can easily distract yourself from, which, at the same time, can slip back effortlessly into your mind like lines Dylan Thomas wrote. They say the only way out is to figure yourself out, that while you are your own problem, you are also your own solution, but if it really is that simple, why do things still all fall into the wrong places? What if I'm not the kind of person I want to meet?
"I hold a beast, an angel, and a madman in me, and my enquiry is as to their working, and my problem is their subjugation and victory, down throw and upheaval, and my effort is their self-expression." Dylan Thomas
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