Imbalance

How arduous things become when both realities I live in do not dissolve.

My corporeal side is limited to being. It has no problems. However, my psyche is cooked.

The burning of the soul is unbearable when suddenly I find myself lost between the perceptions of the insubstantial revelry and the pleasures of spiritual well-being.

The inescapable need to dilute sensory pleasure and spiritual needs is overwhelming.

There's no better way to balance than going outside to hug a fat tree property of no one and recover the ability to feel impalpability.