I can’t just stay in one place, in one frame of mind, in one dimension.
I travel astral planes when I should be traveling my subconscious.
I ponder about when.
This life is one.
One of many.
The women both admire and fear me.
The men both lust after me and reject me.
I generalize to make it easier on myself.
But don’t we all?
It’s easier to categorize instead of care.
I want to learn to read the tea leaves for more than just myself.
Even if it goes against tradition.