We are countless and contrasting.
Irrelevant and fantastic.
And at our best,
we´re meaningful and meaningless.
Why are we so different? How could it be?
We all have two eyes two opposable thumbs,
and two balls or two ovaries.
How could it be that we are, so mentally apart?
Ourselves from another half.
I´m trying to get close,
To the life I live in my thoughts.
To the life I live in my head.
The one I dream when I´m awake in bed.
To push myself,
to practice extreme the same way I practice routine.
To make courageous art.
To live courageous life.
To grab the knife on the other side.