Two States

Grandma, I am dramatic for some reason but forgive me, I have set your fields on fire. I guess I did not but it almost got you, I suppose. You are expecting me of a rogue young woman who could burn the world, which is a perfect move of you to presume, but I will not, at least, for now. On an adventure of that yellow nonsense field, it begins I guess. 

two different states of presence

two different states of joy, if that exists

The world is one huge journey, and I would like some company. Not at any cost for the less of human capacity but for the lack of them currently. In? We might need to hurry up, your flowers will not shine all day long, hero-man.

two vast states to handle

two vast states to walk together

On a walk, I would like to understand that making sense of actions might not be the most logical for your overly optimistic smile, which I am not playing any sarcasm about, but we will need to understand more about your background. Perhaps, you using perhaps, is what we need to begin with. You lack action, and that is not a judge’s execution, believe me. It is yellow as a sunflower. You think it more, you ponder it more, more than any other of whom I know. I presume you hide demons and you will never live free except when you let those out.

two messy states of mind

two chaotic states of action