Just throwing that out there

Such an intense life of mines.
See, my world -or perhaps-
our world tends to give me
this intuitions of who to trust.
Yet, the heart -this piece of
muscle I carry around-
is just as intense as the mind.
So, when these communist rebellious,

stubborn organs reach both

of its level, their

energies as if part of an

Equilibrium cancel out

to cause this neutral, empty,

zero gravity feeling that

drives me to the insane yet

pacific world of poetry.

Unfortunately this phase

can only last for so long

and at the end, the heart

takes the last stand on my rational

decisions.

Stubborn, spoiled, little

piece of shit.