When your mind goes into self-preservation mode, it's difficult to rise above simplicity. I can smile all I want on those three days, but I can never forget that those smiles were made by me and are for me only. I choose to see the world the way I want to, and I've been misimagining again.
Complexities are everywhere, the biggest of which cannot be me. Not in a world this vast and troubling. I am an enigma, but not the enigma.
The truth resists simplicity. I should, too.
