I am often too hot and too cold at the same time.

But I'd prefer a negative view of myself to a false one every time.

It is a heavy thing to be caught in the gravity of two great cosmic forces. Greatness and obscurity--how they rend the soul caught in their tidal struggle.

Truth and perception how great a chasm between you and how many black bodies have been broken by the Fall to the bottom like a lead-fed whip laying into history's backside laying open our hopes and dreams, exposing love to unseasonable air. It spoils in light obscured by empire's greed.

I can't tell what's real. I don't know how to dress for this.

If we were all such clowns we would actually understand,
that when fear is suppressed and called hate, is when war is disposed of.
Oh how ignorant of you to blame the Coyote,
who gave you life, and brought all opportunities to you.
The hierarchy should be based on trust... this is something that the Coyote knows.
I think you know.
As you scream in the wilderness, all profanities man has known.
Dare I say you care too much.(?)
About not caring?        perhaps?
It is just so strong, how could it possibly be hate alone?
no root of any tree, (evil or good,) can grow so deep alone.
Yet your hate sits there solitary in your mind.
And you...you don't mind
The Coyote takes criticism to heart,
but it means nothing. he simply uses it against you.
Of course he would rather be a wolf, but what good is it to remind him of his big ears and short tail.
Especially when you lack any emotional balance.
He might seem weak,
but we can all ride on the Coyotes back.