multo fabuloso

what do you expect?
when the only humans i love are stagnant per page
their stories unraveling as they may
if you return to their epoch, it remains the same.
is it possible to fall in love with simple knowledge
a potation of a human emotion
an idea of someone contained

i have to learn that as the voice, I'm disgusting and deprave. that's the honesty my work needs; an unattended shame