My heart craves what my mind does not.

It craves the quaint and the simple.

Doors already left open for me.

The inelegant familiar.

Removed far away from the state of shock and surprise.

The flavors of life I return to a thousand times over.

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My body craves just the basic necessities.

An aquarium of life full of all that might sustain me.

Free from worry of what lies beyond the glass.

Able to shatter it at any moment but choosing to abstain.

Rather remaining to swim in my own tight circles.

Staying by what I need without having to fight for it.

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My mind craves to reject it all.

To break that glass at the very first chance.

Unsatisfied with the small patterns I move in.

Willing to risk all comfort for a change of pattern.

A revelry of chaos and gamble for more.

For no stimulation swims in the tank with me.

***

Both try to exist at the same time: the heart and the mind.

Few find the balance between.

Instead supporting the war of both feral creatures.

Leaving them unchecked and untamed.

Sometimes my aquarium is broken when I wish it intact or the opposite.

Most of the time I try to just leave the top open.