"Insanity is doing prompting the same thing over and over again and expecting different results."
Any conversation
a constant, existential pull
so old I couldn't tell you the end
or draw its shape
between kind acceptance
and striving, struggling, writhing, climbing
learning, growing, discontent
"do you feel this way, too, at endless war with longing itself?"
but the birds and trees and ants and wind
in their own marvelous design
don't reply
Last year I wasn't feeling too good.
I turned forty, waited for surgery, and was hurt by my own colleagues. So I dealt with things. Maybe not so well, but to the best of my ability.
One of the consequences was that I got a bit heavy. My body changed, and I didn't feel like myself. It was a problem for future me. So now I am here with this little belly of mine. We're not enemies, but I decided it's time to part ways.
So I count calories. Maybe not so well, but to the best of my ability.
