Fragmented Pieces of a Thought

I sat calmly on the brim of the shore and gently agitated to the underbelly of the issue. I found myself franticly cutting through the conundrum like a hair dresser with scissors. Contemplating what it is that I should be pulling from the pieces if anything at all. With the certainty that even if I shredded it into microscopic pieces it would be stagnant in its position.

I find in my minds disarray that I tear a tall standing skyscraper to dust. When I look around there is nothing but shards of the thought that once existed in my mind. The end result to this you sometimes take a small contention and break into so many pieces, that when you finally have the courage to put it back together again its 10 times bigger than when you started and a solution is never found.