strange how two extremes can bring such balance. opposites. differences. crave one, moments later yearning for the other. to seek the middle ground is lost, trapped between two beautiful things wanted so badly. extended arms grasp at nothing but air, realizing seconds too late that what wants was never even there. tall dirty drifts. endless deep green ridgelines. concrete, ash, dirt, grey. silence broken by chaos dipped in caramel. I return again and settle between my two extremes. happy to know the differences, wisdom smiling in my heart.