We are born knowing all



My heart skips,  cringes

Hesitates at a dark corner

Call it instinct



An hour later

In the dark alley

Beaten and mugged scold myself



I knew this would happen

The heart knows



The heart knows all

It’s the mind that needs telling

But the heart knows all along



The heart is blind

Does not see but feels

The mind sees

But must wait to touch

to get pricked and bleed



I read somewhere:

Two things only

A man cannot hide-


That he is drunk

And that he’s in love



I realize now

I already know

What I thought

I did not

Journal: Oct.26.2020
Made of Sand
Not Dura, but Alaminadura

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