Soothe Me. Abuse Me.

I seem a little off of late.

Suspended, it seems, between two opposite and coexisting planes of existence.

Hungry and apathetic. Beastly and meek.

My appetite for lustful delights seems content to share space with a strong desire to cocoon. I seem to be experiencing Fight AND Flight.

I could just as soon shyly pass you by as devour you. Neither action dominant, neither calling louder than the other.

I long for still, pastoral quiet and ache for deafening, raw bacchanal.

The duality is maddening.

Please soothe me. Please abuse me. 

Both would please me.

Are you a little off? Will I find you sharing this duality? 

I’m almost convinced that you are and are not.