Antidexterity. Ambiimpossibility.

“children.
My tiny hands grasp
and find themselves
useless.
Antidexterity.
Ambiimpossibility.”
– Anonymous

What am I looking for? What do I want. What am I antidexterious to. What do I
find an ambiimpossibility. What do I wonder. Why do I wonder, and what about.
Ceaseless questions…

I cannot form things to my will. Not when the will of others is involved. I
cannot teach my will to change– it does not feel so inclined. I cannot bend the
will of others to satisfy my heart. Each will seeks to satisfy its own… but
then, so does mine. My heart can only be content when the will of another– by
chance– seeks to satisfy itself in me, and mine in him.