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A fraction of life appears before my face, and from that fragment, I must see through it, the whole. I cannot see so well the whole from a portion. Maybe I must look harder? Maybe I'm not meant to see but only the one peice I see. Perhaps if I talked with people more I would understand better the whole of life. They all only have fragments though. Everyone with their own peice, and they are content. I cannot see any thing whilst looking into their fragments. They know less then I. I wish someone more sensible would speak to me. Someone who didn't have insults purposed by their tint, who didn't have want to cut me off to tell me more of their fragment. I want someone to talk to me, as if they are not themselves. Someone who doesn't have biased. It aggravates me that they keep telling me of their fragment. I have heard it before, I'd love to hear it the first time, but the hundedth time? It gets a little wearying to hear something I understand repetitively. As long as I don't understand it, tell me more, explain it again, explain linking facets, create more for my image. If I have a frying pan, and I want an egg, don't give me another frying pan. If I have matress, and I want a blanket, don't give me another matress. I want to learn more, not be told what I've already passed over.