all that it seems

so much to consider / why do i relentlessly strive to capture the essence of ideas / write them down / make lists / bullets…

this was supposed to be about carnal urges / nourishment / libido / and the love hate paradox of each…

or the problem of the mind’s eye / ones constant gaze inward / outward / how can we be self aware and mindfully in the moment all at once?

it will be a beautiful day if i can only do my penance and take solace in the tiny miricles of the day…