I'm Complicated To The Point Of Being Easily Misunderstood

I suppose when all logic and reason escape me, I escape myself. And so, in failing to comprehend myself, I'm left vulnerable to misunderstanding and perceptive disarray. I, of all people, have no idea what I'm saying most of the time. We're one, but not the same. We get to carry each other. Amuse each other. Confuse one another. Hurt each other. Then do it again.