The fever comes.

The baser nature takes control, the Id, the Ur-Man, the animal.

I can’t explain it.

I am a thinking, rational, enlightened example of the human experience. I am beyond this. Yet there it is.

There I am.

The world spins on its axis and I am suddenly, acutely aware.

There you are.

And I work, work for it, punishing, longing, developing slowly and with dexterity.

And we suffer a little.

Because we all suffer a little for what we want.

And what I want is you.


There is no reason. Reason has no part in our algebra.


About ernestwhile

I live in New York City. I built a world of Lego bricks, colorful and simple and foreign. I've been picking it apart ever since.
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1 Response to Sometimes

  1. Marian Green says:

    I understand this. I feel this.

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