DisArray👀💕

Why do we always cling to determinism?  

Why do we often bleed to things that don't cure?  

Everything feels like a disaster when we truly become masters 

Why do I grow?  

Why do I wish?  

Sometimes I feel curated,  

yet other times, I'm lost in the mists.  

I often take shallow dives with my heart,  

while my mind is like a deep pool.  

My narrow perspective feels like a barren valley,  

often in tribute to what I can’t escape.