Extremes - Part 2

intensity is the only way .

there is no grey space area

no bland emotion

or mediocre decision

or average experience

no.

i live in extremes

i do not tell you my day was fine.

i say the sun scorched my skin until i burnt to a crisp and my lunch was a grand meal of shared chips, pie and pasta and my day was beautifully extraordinarily and especially amazing.

or

that i havent eaten at all and my stomach is beginning to digest itself, that my teacher broke me down to the size of grain of beach sand and my day was so poignantly monotonous and melancholy that even the sky soaked me to the bone with its tears

it was not okay.

it was not okay

i am living in the world where colours are brighter than neon lights in the cities and anger spills out too fast and far too often

and sometimes i am so sad that the world could crash around me and the teardrops from my eyes would wash away the debris

i am not a person of stability.

my being is a metronome

of unprecedented

spontaneous activity

spontaneity