i cannot count the number for fairness.
mutuality was not an equal sign,
but those words
felt like 6.2 pounds
lifted off
my already heavy shoulders.
displaced by regret.

and like angels
i hear a choir of friends
reminding me
to laugh
at myself.

life without honesty
and these feelings
unexpressed
can leave the strongest
of men
to hide all truths we come across.

what good is a world
if we horde all the
meaning we find.
reality begins
with a shared idea
in the collaboration
of lonely geniuses.