chaotic

At the end of the day I have perfect twigs 

to make me warm in the cold air

But I still don't want to use it .....

I don't know why....

It sometimes doesn't looks perfect....

I am just confused taking every little thing in my little brain and making it a big thing..... 

apparently I don't know why I do....

I am not angry at the cold air 

nor the perfect twigs.

I am just angry at myself....

If I use this once,

I won't be able to use it again...

Sometimes it looks like everyone is searching for the same thing but apparently we think we are all the same in not a same way....

The word chaotic isn't chaotic, it's just how it is