Confusion is a messy room. Sometimes I feel overwhelmed in it, even if it’s my own mess.
I feel like I’ll never find what I’m looking for. But then, just by standing in it for a while, eventually I do find it. My mess becomes a fertile land, it just depends on what I’m ready to see in it.
Confusion may be in the process but it creates something anyway.
Teresa is a human being but she never had a penguin. One day, she hopes to understand better.