All energy comes from the same well every whim wrought whims not while sitting on a fiery throne or cast out onto frosted stone buy or sell It's drawn from the same well loss gain pleasure pain close your eyes what color is it?
Are we really in complete, control of our heart? What about natural selection?
True to its own necessities its as inescapable as mica in marble its influence uncoiling throughout our everyday existence.
The emotional future decided by pheromones by unconscious laws of pattern, form and complexity. Decisions independent of what is fleeting and fashionable, based on actions without social polish.
Natural selection in the age of lasers, terrifying hierarchies of secret signals. Layers of strangeness glinting and winking at us. Chemical commands by tide of electrical impulse to warm the heart.
To end one love in favor of another. The choosing of one heart over another, as if, at my age, the situation demanded such sacrifice. To refocus the heart like the skipping of a pebble from one spot to another. Self inflicted sabotage.. dreadful gamble..
so many variables in romantic choice - some are even unconscious
the four walls are frowning and closing in on me the doors are all knocking on my head for a change all the eyes in this room are piercing into me everything and everyone they're all counting on me but i'm just a little tired i want to lay down for a while this is good, it's fine the floor is nice and cold so is the darkness that has enveloped my sight