Complexities

Life feels too complex for mere words, she curiously said aloud repetitiously anyway. I see health differently, more confluently, and yet your complex experience feels familiar, he summarily replied. I would not equate my life experience with healthy process, necessarily developing positives, although sometimes yes, especially in wombed and infantile beginnings before words became evolutionary tools to be used both for and against complexities. Language feels more resonant since one day when I mistook dissonance for confluence, mendacious uncharted chaos predicating pregnant integral enchanting complexity, Entropy predicting negentropy statically remembering more dynamic synergy, unconscious dark soul whispering with light healthy spirits realigning co-passionately wealthy natures. Pre-verbal infancy was so much curiously simpler, when my rubbed and oiled head and belly and back and feet and legs made me so health happy I hoped to pee my glee. I can see where words have complexly hidden your curious ecstatic way accepting humanity while others feel complexly grieved. I'm not sure if you affirm my original complex point about life or if you are defaming my last happy memory of healthy relational process during an intimately discursive pee nurturing phenomena coordinating co-relations rocking my infantile welfare world. Nor am I...Nor am I, or We, probably. Nor Earth her complex ZeroSoiled ZeroSummed SelfSouled not not Other co-relationship. Relationships feel too complex for mere words she curiously replied aloud again, anyway.