At twenty-three I’ve been with 4 women and loved maybe two;
And one of the two I never had actually been with, but loved regardless
At twenty-three I don’t know what love is, yet it controls me
Love is something like unwavering conviction to something you value
Love is permanent yet it loses its acuity at times
It’s something like that
At twenty-three I’ve been to 4 countries, of which I don’t count Honduras—so three
At twenty-three I often remain inconsistent with my practices except that which I have a strong passion for
That which I have a strong passion for is rock climbing
Exciting,
Thrilling,
Adventurous,
Beautifully unconventional and creative
At twenty-three I live with family after giving up a respectable job
At twenty-three I like to dance and read Dostoevsky
Dostoevsky teaches me something about psychology and morality, I suppose
He believes in God but I don’t know if I do
I hope to find something valuable enough to believe in eventually
Because this poem isn’t even believable to myself
In fact I only wrote this to practice being habitual
So I guess I believe in that
Being habitual and the truth that is
Sublimation for My Turmoil 