Reasons...

"fumarté es tenerte, tenerte es amarte, y amarte es quererte por amor al arte..."

After a beautiful night the poet questions things a poet should not question.  His drive, his lust, his passion and all directive behind them but you see it's not the poet that is questioning himself...but the man that houses him.

The man has been in charge so long and he has yet to fully let go.  His environment demands his command and the poet becomes stifled but the poet is just as strong.  Is this for anyone else's consumption?  No, but I promised years ago that I would let it all out here and that as yet stands.  

Remember the issue of Moses and Apollo?  Well, they fightin again...but they'll work it out.  This is a crises of existentialism and the greatness behind the answers are too damned important not to work it out.  I bet you're thinkin "Oh how dramatic!!!"  Yeah well if you are, then this post ain't for you.  If you are an artist that desires to know beyond knowing...to feel beyond feeling.  You know you can't fake this hunger or manufacture this need by wishful thinking or a change in perspective.  You're either hungry for what you can't quantify or not...and very few are.  As a result, very few will understand and as a result of that?  My journey will have me become a man alone.  Heh...ain't nothin new...

~Moses Apollo