My mind is twisted with thoughts like messy branches of a dead tree, long since forgotten. It's all a gift to be alive. But yet I find myself getting more involved with the morbid ideology of the human condition, and overall depressing, anxiety inducing power of the conscious beings of all. I wish I could simply be content and happy, with a simple mindset. But my mind reaches far beyond that for better or for worse. People say it makes me wise. I say it's the reason for my misery.