Sometimes courage and cowardice look exactly the same
it's hard to tell why we do anything.

It' raining outside.
beautiful drops of courage and cowardice,
or maybe just reflections
of not enough sleep
and too many words.

This is How I know

This is how I know
I am a writer:
When kissing
a beautiful girl,
I'm thinking of writing.

This is how I know
I really
really
like a girl:
When I'm writing,
I'm thinking
of making love
to her.

It could have been

I've been wondering lately about nature versus nurture. About the things that are intrinsically us, and those that are a result of our environment.

Things we are pre-disposed to. Things we can't help becoming. Things about ourselves we will spend our entire lives fighting.

And those we'll discover years later drunk or high or sick realizing we are not who we thought we were. Knowing this is who we've always been