A Hangover of Evolution

There was a time

When my smile was honest

My heart was more accepting

Of the truth I was fed

My mind did not whisk itself into a haze

Of complex questions and desires

My eyes projected clarity

My lips only kissed sweet tasting minimalism

I walked in straight lines

Did I fall?

Not even in love

I was bright

Radiating unmarred optimism

I didn’t know my demons then.

Now I am a hangover of evolution.