we stumbled over each other in guarded confessions. salespeople in shiny gowns. chasing the seams in our skin that let us taste who we really are.
monkeys with heavy sticks. beating the walls we've built around us.
these bodies are only a fiction. a story we tell again and again. while we search for a prison that fits.
time makes us small. while we fuck with its math. smart enough to know we're defeated. but too weak to admit that we've failed.
we count. because we have to measure. how far we've come. how close it was.
we dance with each other. puppets on tangled strings.
the lies are simple. it's the truth that deceives.