The Fragmented I
In parts, something. Together, something. As a whole, something. Whole and sole, something. I am angry and I am disapproving. I am sad and I want to be joyful. I look at things passing, I seek the lasting. I experience many things, yet remain unaware of my place within. I still go on without all simultaneously, on one side things happening wittingly or unwittingly and on other side inability to regulate. In this introspection, I find: In parts, I am fragmented. Together, I am complex. As a whole, I am multifaceted. Whole and sole, I am... searching, exploring, and discovering while unabated suffering the onslaughts.