life has been thinking a lot about me, someone else, and everyone else.
it figured a square but not all sides could be achieved with equal support or equal restraint. it figured a circle though it lost me retracing its steps and planning ahead. life wanted purpose, it wanted meaning but i could not provide fully the needs it wanted to engorge itself with.
she could not bear to accept the budding reality that life did also want her conjoined (because the reality ran too ahead of the thoughts).
they could not see it, praise it or even admonish it, for it hid before they could even lend a bolt to straighten it.
there was no life.
life has been seeing a lot about me, someone else, and everyone else.