mobius

objective detachment; carefully held wisps of dreams. both absolute when they come. both unbidden. twisted, separate, yet the same. too many differently shaped bits. some fit together so well. yet the ones that get left out form pictures too. fragmented ones, near-complete except for the few missing bits. loop going into loop going into loop.

nothing and everything makes sense. depends from where i look inside.

people are only people afterall.