head hands heart
your face seems unsure in that moment and i wonder why, perhaps there is a story that you’re not telling or i’m not admitting. there are truths that are self-evident and truths that are self-denied. we both find this truth to be evident and denied at the same time with no clear border drawn to seperate the two. any philosopher could plainly see with no shoulds or oughts that you and i are completely unseperated: infact-wemaybe-together-eveninthought. what if, what if, what if. not if but when.