I don’t

how do I travel the many miles to you when you are lying on the other side of the bed
how do I transfer the ravenous appetite reserved for me in other men into you

I don’t

so

how do I sever my incessant and unrequited penchant for you at its root while keeping careful so as to not disturb the love

paradoxical

While there are times I am so depressed that even getting out of bed to shower  – or worse, leave the house – feels like a chore so monumental it inspires within me dread, I am internally in agreement that life is fucking beautiful! An experience, a work of art!

I am the ONE sperm out of how many that vied for the title of “zygote”?! The odds were so stacked against my existence – but here I am! I am able to experience a completely healthy and functional human life on a planet entirely able to sustain my every need. I am able to enjoy the taste of delicious food, savor the emotional roller coaster on which a good book will send you, bask in the touch of someone who genuinely loves me, and appreciate post-yoga highs. I feel it is for these reasons and those alike that I am able to bare even the brunt of depression – I can still eat chocolate when it’s over.