As a writer, I am a paradox.
I want nothing more than to find love,
but I write of the pain it brings.
But then again, isn’t that the human condition?
To seek out pleasure through
pain?
As a lover, I am a paradox.
I want nothing more than to share her bed,
but I cannot fall asleep next to her heat.
But then again, isn’t that the human condition?
To seek out warmth, even when it
destroys?
As a friend, I am a paradox.
I want nothing more than to meet more people,
but I am plagued by anxiety around strangers.
But then again, isn’t that the human condition?
To seek out the unknown, but only
observe?
.As a paradox, I am exceedingly human
,I want nothing more than to stand out and rebel
.but I only end up blending in
.Because that is the human condition
We all strive to be different
but our desires are matches, and the world still
.burns
,And we keep throwing paradoxes in buckets
thinking it’s water, while really it’s
.gasoline
