enough sense/my mind

every time.

every time I try to

remotely understand reality,

I end up closed inside myself.

we can’t unravel reality,

there’s no such thing.

everything is variable and

even inside myself

I can’t perceive what’s real.

unless it’s visceral.

I feel with my guts.

strange?

I believe it may be the only

tangible way to touch

a flinch of 

reality.

everyday.

everyday I try to

remotely fight for truth

(your truth)

I end up closed inside myself.

I can’t know truth.

not when I’m searching for light and

you keep blinding me;

not when I’m trying to open doors and

you keep locking them;

not when I’m digging for water and

you keep burying me.

I have known too many

dead ends.

words, thrills and warmth.

bravery, fearlessness and transparency.

I feed on.

I learned my way through Darwin.

my viscera make me evolve

I am not going to let myself

starve, again, for anyone.

the beast is always hungry

on the run 

and

it has found…