exhausted, oscillating between hopelessness and fury
i cannot assuage either,
angry that things are not the way they ought,
and sad to know the way of the world;
for now, that is the landscape of my emotions,
and I cannot change the past
and cannot let it go.
pragmatic sensualist, motivated by really deep instincts, actualized by willful imaginings and perpetuated by other's desires. Abstract, yet clear in purpose, honest, but abstruse, my moods change like winds and water with my confidences, and when ungrounded, i am both guarded and vulnerable, leaning, in darkness, to the Light, nurtured by instinctual feelings arising from a deep gene pool.