I stare at the endless lake for a long time, thinking that maybe the sun will shine from the opposite side... I walk the soft white sands, thinking that maybe today will end with dusk and start with dawn… I drive the dunes, thinking that maybe I will tear the suit and wear my old boots…. I call and we talk for a long time, thinking that maybe, she will act the plan and leave her drunken man

But nothing hardly changes and all shall follow their mathematical mean, gravitated by their average, pulled back by their genes. Aren’t such realities ruthless, dreadful, and mean?

I turn on the radio, thinking that maybe we won't depart to Mars, I turn up the volume, thinking that maybe, we will save the earth and seize all wars.

I light a candle in my shrine and ask God for oneness. To send me a whisper, show me a miracle, or signal me a sign!!

but nothing ever changes! We follow our mathematical mean, gravitated by our average, pulled down by our genes