I know nothing about myself

How I manage to wake up everyday is a mystery to me

it amazes me that I'm even breathing

I feel as if this body doesn't belong to me

crazy right?

why do I work this way?

I wish I could try to explain

but I wouldn't even know where to start.

We're all living one life. Maybe there will be more of them, maybe not. What happens when we die? I'm trying to put every book on the correct shelf but then there's poetry. Is it fiction? Non-fiction? "It's a genre" you would say. Exactly. That's how I feel. Trying to place big things on big shelves. Only those big things need their own shelves. But there are no more shelves. It's just this big mess in my head that has no end. Ah, we have to learn math for logic or something like that, but where is the logic of life? Of this world? Or maybe life is just a logical mess.

So my explanation of how life works - we live life and §ay things that we don't mean. We think but often keep our thoughts. We ask but rarely get answers. If those questions aren't about something scientific. I could just... I don't know what. I guess I could just live.

Yes, I know nothing about having a sister. It is brothers for me -eye roll-.

So I'm guessing they work like a best friend. Always there for you, getting you out of trouble, explaining how the next grade works. They might pick on you or drive you crazy but they care about you. I'm guessing they are also fun to pick on.

I like how a house looks

I don't care about the style.

My sister is planning to be an architect.

"Cool you're gonna make houses!"

"Not make, design houses."

People ask me what I like about greek architecture

"I like the sculptures?"

They laugh and ask me to be serious.

I think their temples are cool but I can't tell them why.

What do I know about making designs?

What do I know about the different phrases

Used to describe the way a building tilts one way or the other.

What do I know?

I don't.

I just think they're pretty.