I keep the contradiction alive.
I deny, escape, ignore the ugly parts...
But, I also invade cyclone
Without even a flinch if that's
My very own free choice.

I nurture the dilemma.
I excell very well in solitude...
But, I also see my reflection
In that ancient pond, while
Embracing my own skeleton,
Only to find one tea-spoon warmth.

I'm a result of the conflict.
I clash with the force of nature
With my unpierceable armour
If it ever tries to stifle my soul.
But, I also lay my soul naked
While confronting the fountain
Only to be devoured, very much
Like a delicate pillow-princess.

Is it okay if I want to talk to you
Eventhough I've nothing to say?
I'm a word-slut.
I take in signifiers,
Receiving pain and pleasure...
I then ooze out signifieds.