There are 7 billion humans in this world.
That means,
there are 7 billion ways to everything.
7 billion ways to make soup. To build a fort. To set that on fire.
7 billion ways to touch yourself. To touch someone else. To be married.
Art is easy life is harsh
We are countless and contrasting.
Irrelevant and fantastic.
And at our best,
we´re meaningful and meaningless.
I want my words to be naked
I want my words to be naked.
And sure of themselves.
To stand tall.
Fully naked.
No hair at all.
Against any other ear. Whoever ear it is, proud sentences.