I would love an uncomplicated life

Que sera, no sera.
Tom Waits and mourning mornings.

My existence should be easy.
Life and life and death and death.

I am a friend of chaos
But chaos is not complicated.

What’s complicated is the facade of work being personality,
Social media, meandering meaningless moments

Sorrow is complicated
Sadness is complicated

Love is not complicated
No matter what anyone tells you.