What the hell, Salomon!

I don’t believe in things as they used to be.

There is no way to be unchanged by bitter kisses, lies, deep misfortune, pain.

There is no way to go on as you were.

You are molded, reshaped by each movement of circumstance. Dance

with change and all the paradoxical

notions that arise within and around you.

I’ve wasted time yearning for what was, and it took time to see and like the process, and like living the questions, and like being the becoming. It’s so cliche I want to spit, to spread my DNA as a sign of being fed up with “there’s nothing new under the sun”. What the hell, Salomon!

What the hell, I am what I am. If you miss the Bible reference, that’s ok. That’s ok.