Hanging on and Letting Go

It was a strange full moon,
Cranking up the heat in more ways than one.
I feel so edgy. “Is it me?”

There are expectations.

I cannot. Will not deliver.
How much more must I wear that smile?
The one that tells you everything is alright.

Fundamentally flawed, yet ….

I smell something so sweet, it cannot be possessed. Humans alter their consciousness all the time, in order to understand the most basic. Play with words, why not? Just when did Fundamental become fundamentalist? Fundo – deep, depth in Portuguese. Innocuous… yet fundamentalism is far from innocuous in my book.



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