Finding structure in chaos.
When I think about chaos, I imagine a dark whirling tornado that warps the fabric of space and time.
A deep kind of darkness where nothing escapes its grasp, not even light.
It would be an overstatement to say that my life is in that current state, however, it would be an understatement not to. But you won’t see it because it’s all in my mind.
I cannot see structure in this chaos that threatens to consume me whole,
All I could see is the dying light that is tinkling like shining gold.
It would be great if I could just find structure,
In this state of disaster,
At least something that can help me,
Through the rest of the semester.