Botalco

In the distance, I see the statue I desire…

If I touch this one, then I’ll be enough.

If I get this one, no one’ll deny my fire.

If he answers, then I’ll be the man.

So, driven by my desire, that lower fire,

I advance towards the statue like a friend,

Carefully plan my approach, become persistent

I must have him, I WANT him!

On the path, doubt sets in…

He waved back…

But now I see everything that I lack…

Am I this? Am I that? Am I enough?

The statue turns around — boom

It’s even worse from up close…

But fuck it, I’m here now!

Might as well take what I came for!

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

The statue is too human…

It’s nothing like what I knew before.

How can someone be like this?

Something must be wrong!

With him! With me! The world is wrong!

I am not strong. I was never strong.

To this world, I don’t belong…

Now, I run, fearing the world.

Imagine finding another statue

That tells me what I always needed to hear…

“It’s not you — the world is rough…

You have always been enough.

Please, don’t go…

I like the flowers that grow

In your hidden shadow…”

- athan levy