rope-ing my life

it is said that there is an order in every disorder...there is disorder in every order...the rope is in order but sooner it will be untangled...i envy the rope...its life is not in the labyrinth of entanglement...if indeed there is order in disorder, why this order i cannot see...my eyes are open wide but maybe i refuse to see...or maybe i have seen it but never look at it...or maybe i have it in my hands but i let it go...i need you to free me...i need you for me to see...how stupid i am to find out that you is me...[this picture was taken in a roro going mindoro coming from bantangas]