Just feels. Mere impulse.
So hypersensitive and reactionary.
Thin-skinned. So weak. Pathetic.
Embarrassed by it, even in silent reflection
within my nurturing cocoon of isolation.
So why in the filthy, inflamed fuck
do I succumb to this?
Instincts triggered by external
stimuli sublimated when conditioned
in association with repeated
behaviors, thoughts and emotions.
Past is present again.
No one can outrun their own shadow,
it remains their evil twin till high noon
when the light is whole
and our dark is swallowed.