Morning Confusion

boys. fate. love. serendipity. heartbreak. what is true? who is right? all of the universal questions can explode in a single moment making it too much to even think. only leaving room enough for a tiny hole to escape through. to bathe in the other wonders of the world: language and nature and wrinkled faces or yellow book pages on a bathroom floor that once belonged to someone who read them when they were crisp and white, or oranges and kiwi and sugar or laughter and salty tears and you want to understand everything but can't and will you ever truly understand just that? and it's a morning when nothing makes sense and the simpleness of tea and toast is all i want to be around. and just want to erase so many moments. and at the same time want to relive them and make them eternal. it's a tricky thing. it's a torn puzzle piece that fits somewhere but you can't know where because it's broken, so the only way to fit is to go back to where you began.