As much as we pretend, nothing makes sense

{nothing makes sense; love, friendship, hate, denial, jealousy, curiosity, philosophy, quantum physics, telephones, you, racism, communication, my brain, and uh other things. neither does this poem.}

That unpredicted fate

A world full of foes and paper towns

That search through our crowd

Significance grows, a sense of connection

Bright.

You’re something else, without a mask

We’re human, alike.

Nonsense words, through your ears respond

Alike.

Another me, but without

{for Victor}

Happy Valentines Day, I guess