logic is the harder beast to overcome. emotion and want, desire, are the two that often conquer the beast of logic, reason or logic, the everlasting battle of mind over thought, brain over heart-- the metaphorical heart; the heart doesn't break, only the mind's desires, the body's need, must i abolish this need? cut off my senses of touch, sight, taste, smell, sound- i feel you, hear you, see you, smell you, taste you- no longer- cut, like a knife to a new opening- a new business- a new business for me, a business of logic, the weaker beast- what do you want when you are confused, emotionally, figuratively FUCKED beyond all repair, what do you desire when the touch of a lover hasn't graced you in so long- a forgotten feeling, forgotten love, forgotten desire, but no desire is forgotten or lost,. no desire fails the heart, mind, body, of a lover, a loner, a lost mind, where does the soul find its place here? does the soul have desire other than faith? is faith all the keeps the soul alive? does faith alone keep the soul there, breathing, feeling, striving for the greater good?answers come through in times of low thought- the days writing just flows from the body to paper, from body, hand, ink, to paper, the blank pages fill slowly, quickly, with low thought process, the soul desires for writing, expression, or is it the figurative heart filling like a balloon finally popping after what feels like a lifetime of such a block in writing a block in expression due to fear of judgment- a lost fear who came back like a bastard child or emotions. you are my bastard child or love love- only felt in the mind- the mind is he center of logic, is it logical to love you? is it logical to love at all? mind over matter, logic over love, right, right? is there logic to emotion? why did your charm fade? the cute that you had, as though cute is a noun inwhich you possess, intangible, like love, a noun to express who you were to express your charm, to give it a name, with the loss of innocense, you lost your cute, your charm, we lost the flame, celibacy brought me closer to you- made me trust you, prvocativity tore me from you- mistrust you, i need freedom from you, from this, from guilt, what am i even saying anymore? i've lost my train of thought...
these words are lies and truths, logical and insane
polar opposites to perfectly explain the complexities of the mind.
^i wrote that, just like that, the other day. i don't know what the hell was wrong with me.