No sé cuánto tiempo más voy a poder seguir fingiendo que todavía no le quiero.

Living interruptus

There’s something I can’t quite get my head around.

What an expression. To get your head

around something. 

As if you had to look at something from 

all possible angles to fully understand it.

That idea sounds great, in theory,

but let’s not fool ourselves.

Who truly looks at life in such way?

We are too bothered making sense of

one aspect of our lives at once,

let alone making full sense of it all.

When it comes to living, senses 

make nothing.