I see, I feel Chaos, confusion. My brain, s C a T t E r E d among deadlines and priorities. When my chaos ceases, What obstacle am I then to face? Colors, tones, representing my perplexing change of moods. Overcome with anger, Happiness, sadness? Tired and confused Most likely. Everything, fitting together, Puzzle-like. So why does it feel just the opposite. My mind, claustrophobic; surrounded by thoughts, worries. I am prepared, for any day now it will explode. Inspired by an Elizabeth Murray Painting from MOMA