Everything happens so much

                                            

i am often overwhelmed by a vast number of strong and rooted things i cant think logically, i cant have hopes and build with some stability, everything happens so much.

and they pile one over the other, a simultaneous ever occurrence of chaotic things, and a vast and achingly empty tyrant silence, everything happens so much. 

and i stand here and the ways with which to ease, to scrap up some bits of hardly found calmness are so unlikely, so unconventional, so repulsive and disliked, this is not the way i was told it happens, should happen. everything happens so much.

and so a day begins or ends and the infinitesimal and enormous things in-between both concrete, visible and just scattered in the air. things happen that you know of and that you never will but they both happen so often, as massively and congruently and consecutively in an outpour manner, everything happens so much.

all i will ever do or be or hope to do or be is just a human form of open arms as thing  fall upon me.