Organizing my life has never seemed so complicated until I decided to walk in my own shoes. Doing one thing the right way is only the wrong way in another's eyes, but I must continue to move forward. I make decision based on the experience I have, yet what experience do I have when none is taught? I grope, feel, and reach for an outlet, but Through blurred vision, I am blind and cannot see between the line. Wrapped in a blanket of feelings of love and deception. Each corner I turn, each page I riffle through, every thought I have is a suggestion of complication.
