What’s wrong with me?
Can’t my heart and mind agree?
When my mind takes precedence is my brain dense?
Ok, I’m smart, don’t break my heart.
Is there a fall back position in this war of attrition?
It is not a matter of who wins, it’s a question of when love begins.
Brain don’t fart.
Does the heart rule the head or am I dead?
Heart and mind must be at one.
Together they make up my soul.
Then I am whole.
Sorry for using the word fart.
That was my brain not my heart.
May I make art.
My tortured soul.
17th February, 2019