Easy.

Who is this Person? No really, who are you? You are not this easy. You are not this uncomplicated. And you are not this quickly satisfied. Thoughts, thoughts, everywhere but not a drop to think! You? You have always been a thinker. Always been a person who reveled in the world of intellectual contemplation, using logic, introspection, and forethought as a tool to find clarity; but more often than not, finding yourself caught in turmoil, DRAMA, and metaphysical confusion. You have always been a high maintenance “female” who finds faults in the most amazing and beautiful men; emasculating, criticizing, and quietly changing them into a man your Grandmother would love. Your grandmother was not the Nicest Lady. . . And Corey you can sometimes be a bitch. You are spoiled, demanding, and you always get your way (yes ALWAYS). But as hard-willed, inflexible, unchanging things often do; you’ve changed. Or perhaps something’s changed, or perhaps he’s changed, -the universal not the personal- or perhaps everything is exactly the same and you just haven’t noticed yet. See? That last sentence, that’s what you are used to; finding issue with a situation that has none. Filtering the impurities of the moment through the prism of your “brilliant” mind until the fractals of the thought have been split, reflected, and polarized, into a spectrum of complex colors and perspectives that are infinitely different, and yet fundamentally the same. And then you choose. . . You choose the one that seems most interesting; most tragically beautiful; most epic, romantic, and difficult. You make it hard; which seems fitting, because life is hard. Love is hard. “Love hard.” -not the statement but the command- These are things that touch the Aura of God. . . and they are Hard. Until they are not.

And this is not.

And that means something.

I think.