Adrenological - Cire

A plastic bag of revelations

Count my patience in grams

Never «I am» just «was»

Now sleeping.

Words are useless

Brains are truthless and love to waste time

Making reasons for hormone shifts we call fate

Our love and our hate are just inside-outside confusions

And all that I am is a malleable happening

And all that I have is this intricate web of beliefs…

So I wash myself in condemnation for not seeing through this

And becoming trapped once again in this adrenal reasoning

That apparently controls my ability to filter out

The useless complications in this violent sea… of passion

Sewn in my head

Reflexive blindness, intelligent fever

Sewn in my head

I’ve come to find that there’s no meaning without this volatility

And struggling to hold on is the one and only way to feel

(break)