a fine frenzy.
an avalanche,
of repressed emotions, fantasises. Desire.
Released at full speed with no room for thoughts about what comes next,
after acting out what had been forbidden for years.
A nagging feeling, a tug at the heart.
Fear of the end that always comes. inevitable end.
Will it come at full speed too?
Am I different now? Am I a conglomerate of residual feelings and images;
expectations of all that is desirable, unattainable and so there for the taking?
Are you still there? Are you the same?
Or have you been replaced by the instincts that pressed on you until you finally scratched?
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