Children are barometers of the chaos that exists within their lives.
There are only patterns, patterns on top of patterns, patterns that affect other patterns. Patterns hidden by patterns. Patterns within patterns. If you watch close, history does nothing but repeat itself. What we call chaos...
If no one has boundaries…how can there be any transgression?
I thought if I loved you enough I could change you. I was so stupid.
Tiny details imperceptible to us decide everything!
Chaos within destiny. It was the definition of our love.
At the fringe edge of advancement it’s a war of anarchy and chaos.
Being judgmental is a form of attack keeping others off balance.
I was brought up in a household of chaos and I never felt stable at home.
Sometimes a butterfly flaps its wings and the weather turns out fine.
Remember. Observe, assess and act. No hesitation. No remorse.
Backstage was chaos distilled into a very small space.
The neighbor’s flock has taken advantage of the chaos, and I think that’s pretty smart.