tonight i just wish so badly that if i reached out
my skin could touch Gus's skin, or his hair, or his teeth
and it wouldn't be a dream

some nights i think i am alright alone
other nights, like tonight, i realize i'm not
but then the immediate next thought is,
well, you just have to be

and that's how i'm approaching everything
the strongest and the survivors are the ones most adaptable to change
is that charles darwin? disproving common misconceptions of the survival of the fittest theory