Bipolar

I’m feeding a part of myself whilst starving the other. There’s a certain sweetness to sin, a pleasure to pain.
What do I want? I want what I shouldn’t. So what do I want more? What is the truth that I feel in the pit of my being? There is a higher purpose! Restraint, love, and purity are greater ideals.
I swing with an unpredictable rhythm, trying to satisfy both sides of myself; the human and the human that hopes to transcend.

‘No servant can serve two masters, for either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other…’
– Luke 16:13

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