Yearning, I open my mouth. I eat. Much more than I am supposed to.
For whatever reason, things did not start to make any sense. I am in awe of beauty. Eyes, penetrating my soul, leaving it naked for everyone to observe. Yet, no one watches. Victim of a power-play, I remain humbled.
A true winner knows when to stop. It was a fair fight – at least I say to myself to find any kind of consolation for my utter inability to even put up a granule of resistance. Like a fist trying to form itself, I am only able to flicker with one thumb.
Being struck down, silently, elegantly, by few words and deep understanding, I understand that I know nothing – yet?
Perhaps we can circle around, maybe I can understand. With my head bowed, I will follow. I am a brute, one with many words and little patience.
I didn’t have a chance. Rightfully so.