Everything I've Never Said (except that its a blog)

This is a question that I recently asked the universe during one of the most befuddling and all-consuming periods of my life. The answer to which has not been gifted to me yet, neither by divine intuition or an Instagram quote nor as loud words on the back of a pickup truck- it remains undelivered, perhaps lost in transit. It is ironic that I mostly find all my answers in places such as that, yet I must admit, it is a result of a lot of my own questing and being in places that I shouldn’t be.   In all the answers that I have ever received there runs a common thread- an element of knowing everything and nothing at the same time. When you’re creating an anecdote in your mind, you often try to make it as discreet yet clear as possible, like a mouse that can parole through the entire house, eat its appetite’s worth, and scramble off, still having left enough for about everybody else. So when I am spoken to in metaphors, I assume they are written for me- yes- the half-faded and miss...