I want to be challenging. I want to be overwhelmed.

I want to be forgiven for being too forgiving. I want nothing more than the good dirty promise of being noticed.

I'm angry. I'm stupid. I stumble. I lust. I'm a planetary orbiter.

I'm slightly smarter at all times than I am at most times.

But I never forget I'm dumb.

I never forget how much I wish for the good in us to win.

For the pretty to smile.

For the unwanting to share.

I always think: Wouldn't I be better off...

... if I didn't think.

And then I'm wrong and I'm just another crushable animal, a creature clueless of survival, a me, a you, an us. Shrug.