Internal Cries

I've seen our culture and our sub-cultures change so quickly and so often, like soft items blown in the wind.
It is all simply beautiful. There is so much of that adolescent innocence which I still identify with despite my age.

I've been criticized for dating teenagers, but I will always be young in my own way.
Ay, pero Alex. Es contra las reglas de este universo.
No tenemos acuerdo hermana. Lo siento, pero es mi vida.
Still, I'm too old to be anything but blunt when I need to be.
I establish myself without giving in to wrinkles and death.

"For the saved never die", or say the saints.
"For the remembered never die", or so say the Kemetians.
To be sober is only to become intoxicated in something else. But, I've always found love in the forefront.
I am smart. However, the wise can hide that without shame. What I want to express, I can't with words anyway.

That's not to entirely state that I've given up completely. There are more pressing matters at hand though.
Poetry comes closer than anything else. Or, so we say.
Maybe the world is overdue for a flood of tears. I'm an optimist, so why focus on that?
Life is like the code behind a computer program. It is more complex, it is less rigid, and it feels.
G-d had painted a rainbow, and I am just here admiring the piece.
"Yusuf bin Yusuf u rasul u lah", or so they say.