Life was not meant to be complex. Yet she was tangled inside of multiple webs of complications. Growing silk strands of thoughts, actions, decisions, requests, realizations, the list continues on and on.
The trigger was a feeling of irritation. It grew and buzzed around like an invisible bee. She had forgotten the cause, but remembered the sting. She wasnt free to begin with but it was something she could almost manage to live with. (most of the time)
But now.
Today was a horrible day, but at the same time she knew that it will be perfect compared to the next.