monkey

we do things and we don't know what the hell for. in the desperate crusade for answers we get all we need, and hope. hope, for crying out loud. it defies all odds, all rules of probability. and then we wait. we wait and wait, endlessly, until that right moment when we can't wait any more, when we can't get a hold on ourselves anymore. and then we do the unthinkable, the forbidden. what denies all logic, what proves us as irrational, as being completely out of control. some people seem to believe we're driven by our logical mind. bullshit. we try to. but in the end, when despair takes us over and we no longer care if we make or break, we cast the logic aside and embrace the shadows of the feelings.

we might have left the monkey, but the monkey has never left us.