Tasseography.

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.

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