"Now tell me child, What's so complicated about it?"
A simple question, a short while ago words for doubt were buzzing around my head like a hoard of flies but now those pests fell quiet, not a sound
I knew neither word nor reason, what IS so complicated about it?, Why do I struggle so much?, I stood staring at the mangled rose, the disarray in likeness of the state of my own mind, What is so complicated about it?
"Look at you child, you're all up in knots, I think that's enough gardening for today, would you like a cup of tea?....." She stood, swatting away the snow on her kimono she holds a small hand out to me, that hand like a guiding light through a storm
