There's this paradox right now, struggling for my thoughts. I want to talk to someone, but just as strongly I want to hide from the world.

Have you ever been brought to tears by the site of a slightly wilted flower? Have you ever almost tripped trying to avoid stepping on the earthworms covering the concrete because it's raining and they're taking their chances to change homes?

As glad as I am that I'm finally seeking explainations, I'm doubtful that they'll point me away from the conclusion I'm dreading I've already made. Hm. I'm bursting at the seams with felt ideas, but don't know how to put them. Sigh.