The separation that is so deep between the rigid and the amorphous always seems to be slowly draining me. I have the gestalts, the epiphanies; they never end up helping.
There is purity in what I believe and do, but that never translates because, regardless of that motivation, I still have a caged beast's chemicals. I still run on the same contradictions as the rest of Man.
It's time to go into the 'me' below; my morbid self beneath.