It's about realizing that some things aren't always what they seem, which is a tired, old cliche. Things aren't always what they seem, but really, it's that some things are exactly what they seem that causes the most strife.
It's about waking up one morning and realizing that you have no idea how to speak concretely about anything, and by concretely, I mean unemotionally. Things are tied, knotted, looped around emotion so much so that a simple sentence has so many complex meanings that the meaning of the sentence is inherently, unexplicably lost.
It's about realizing that you don't want your sentences to be multi-tiered but leveled and complete.
But then, of course, one level sentence, concrete, is unbuffered and there. Point-blank. Bullet to the face. Sword to the heart. Without emotion mixed into a sentence like strawberry in a daquiri, you're left with a kick. Rum so potent that your toes don't tingle but insist on being cut off.
It's about realizing that you are neither brave enough nor willing enough to be so abrupt. That it is your way to create webs out of words and wants out of paragraphs than to turn Spartan with conveying.