When I'm alone, everything i think about is comprehensive, thorough and detailed.
My all in one manner to approach something is filled with a silence of confusion.. resulting from a failure to behave predictably then back to where we started off with me being comprehensive.

My loss of orientation is a defined stroke of feeling and emotion, taking one thing to be another and anticipating the complete opposite. everything appears different to how it's told in my head and sometimes i wish the walls would close in on me and that sometimes the instance i think, could be refereed to the similarities and reality of what was going on around me then maybe i would be so confused.