The Whimmer

My body feels damp with self-control.

The ununderstood dismissed as chaos.

La saeta veloz sólo ve en una dirección.

Emotionally retarded.
One day I realized it.
Been trying to catch up since.

Words are not of the essence.
When they try to capture essence,
they fail.
All essence is ephemeral,
and words describe states,
in which no essence can reside.

But they can make good signposts.

Perennially lost child.

To the anxious, thirsty heart,
sleep is a needless distraction.
Insomniac, it languishes in desperate inaction,
gasps alone for connection,
and sorely misses its powerful will to act.

Congealed loneliness is easily ignored.
But when it is noticed, it sticks around the heart like amber on an insect.

Hay más tipos de tipos que posibles tipos que tipeados.

Je te chalois.

I seek chalance.

Un estanque en paz no satisface al pez anhelante.