Sometimes I laugh at myself for being a pitiful display of being a human.
Other days I’m a little bit proud of myself.

Like it is from the North to the South, West to East, compression to composure, water doesn’t boil at the same temperature. Water also doesn’t freeze at the same temperature.

But no matter what, it will always be to some extent volatile.

And many times.

It’s just the deep black hole to the midst and bowels of the abyss.