It feels like every time I get my mind off of...and not thinking of...

Everything comes rushing back at once.
As much as there can be with so little.
I think I just need to find a way to keep my mind engaged and not worrying about the future, just taking care of everything I can as I can.

It's as silly as infatuation is...

Being lost in me as I'm lost in...

I can't give a concise disposition because of..

So much and so little at the same time.

Aggravating inconsistencies as I wander about wondering and being curious about what is to come, in this and all there is to see.