questions. so many questions.

and if this is the digging page am I supposed to dig out the answers. 

it's for digging....  

excavating emotions that lead to thoughts that lead to answers....

thoughts and thoughts and thoughts and thoughts and thoughts 

are compacted into and on top of and around and behind feelings so I can't get to them 

because they are recycled into small blocks of matter tied with a string...

usually you can just pull the string and the matter comes trickling out with sharp edges 

cutting and slicing through the flesh of thought 

but it's not happening today because a mattress of fluff has grown around the thoughts around the matter and I can't get to the string.  

there are no answers because the fluff just spreads itself around, there's no digging through it....

... it created itself to protect my ideas ...... from  the matter that's sharper and will hurt me I fear...    so the fluff is here to keep me pink... not bloody yet.  I think.  

and this is digging.