Adrenological

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)