Why do I create and then destroy? – Only to regret it later.
Why do I build and then take down, wondering what it was that I made in the first place.
Why am I always torn between opposing forces, searching for order, ending in chaos.
Why can’t I just accept things as they are and embrace love, without hate, without doubt, and bliss, without pain.
Why? Such is my condition, I cannot escape.
On Tiffany Creek 