Does ever an anguished mind conform to regularity. Or a regular be of anguish. Of course! Try the both and see that there exists but little vacuum between the forms. The mind was made to think for itself, at times. Most of it has gone in assimilating what the other has to form. Not much of a bad habit though. It helps when there is a clutter, a cobweb, a crowded street, an over filled home or facility. All are capable of clearance, to guide and file through, to where we would want to in the first place. But once done, it sends within a lesson which is desired to be taught to the other. Some take it, some do not.

At times it is of consequence to pen down that which can perhaps make sense to one alone. Specifics shall dilute the essence of its first breathe. When I breathe, I need to breathe my own air. An air which seems to me to be of substance, of some form which conforms.

I can get taken up by influences that could convert. Better then to trust inside. More personal, committed, and free of pollution. Is it wrong then to commit myself to that which is of no control. Perhaps. But when it is of the personal, then how else do we allow it to wander away.