Intricate.

That is what it is. A web. A web of black and white, of friendship, of wrong, of right, of nothing mattering and everything mattering at the same time. You pick one string up intending to solve it, it brings along another friendly little problem from its cupboard. Its favorite one, I suppose.

In my mind.

They all exist together. As if they never want me to remember them as different problems. As if all together, they make ONE problem, and that is of a problematic time. Then, are they really one little/huge problem? Am I deconstructing them far too much?  More than it could possibly shred into? Am I the problem? Is everyone else the problem? Are we all, put together, the problem? 

People.

Miserable ones. All of them. Miserable at solving things, miserable at ignoring them. Although they rank from smart to smartest, they all are as of now, pretty miserable. Brave little fighters still, I must say. Some, over anxious, some... stupid; plain stupid. Some pulling memories out of their brains like Dumbledore would; only to kill their mocking birds. Though some of them have Phoenixes, I must say I am dam proud of! May all of us be blessed with peace. Peace of mind. 

Pebbles.

Each one I want to wither with
Each one I want to crystallize
Each one, a little similar, a little different from the other
Each one, my own
Each one, distant
Each one, for each one
Each one for the keeps