“You’ve weaseled your way into my psyche.”
I once met someone absorbed in their psyche, I stood by to help figure it out. I kept trying, and trying to comprehend how complex it was, and had many different theories of the their motives and ways of thinking. We were both going in circles, and I was going crazy trying to figure it out.
Maybe someone else’s mind isn’t meant to be analyzed or understood, maybe the psyche is meant to be accepted, put into perspective, and unconditionally loved.