My background is a hodgepodge of things
that don't make sense or don't exist anymore
My discovery process is itchy glasses
and a trash can that I can't make it into on the first throw
It doesn't make sense that everyone is afraid of each other
My infinite curiosity has another rock that it's turning over
I get the odd realization that I've never learned anything by sitting still
and wondering if maybe sometimes not knowing if a form of knowing in and of itself
So, lets build ourselves a pyramid of words to live in and be thing king and queen of.
We can live in it forever.
It'll be the first step to break the silence, surrounding ourselves with words.
