What is Confusion?
Is it trying to choose between A and B on a test or could it be the hustle and busle of New York City during rush hour?
Or is it being torn between 2 lovers who each give you a certain quality or vibe that sends you on a natural high and has you floating on cloud 9 which leaves you with the fresh sent of lily, sunflowers, roses, and lilacs on a spring day after the dew has fallen?
Maybe it's the feeling you have when someone you know dies and you have to choose and decide if your hurt or angry.
Or maybe it's the optical illsion that is recieved when you are alone in the desert with no refreshments or refuge.
For someone to answer this one question and try to give a reasonable answer is just simply confusing.
Birth sign: Capricorn
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