And I find myself late writing another Postem (a post w/t a poem), it´s spring, I got back my day.
just wanna take a bit of it to recall the winter angst, still bothering me on the back of my mind, here it is:

Cracking wood

As I Contemplate the despair brought

by each desire,

I ask myself -Who m I-.

If questioned, I´ll deny

If coherced, I´ll cry.

If cornered, I´ll lie

If quarreled, I´ll slay

Tamed true tollerance,

Is what I need to eat

Coherence and acceptance.

Sincere, pure, benevolence.

Is what I want to hear

Foolishnes and Normality,

Both true sides of one reality,

are begging me to look,

from one the other's fault.

Confused by, a lack of unity.

I lay and contemplay,

This protoglorious day.