My split morality. I guess I feel love and violence in me.

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My split morality. I guess I feel love and violence in me.
I feel a mood today. It is a healthy, happier sense of life.
I am reckless in my life. The rush of each thrill burns brightly, searing me in a desire for distraction as a desperate attempt to feel something.
I have learned to accept when I am safe and content, my darkest thoughts and fears rise - just as the sky is bright. But now I feel I am not lacking courage.
I'm daydreaming at the sky, I regain my balance in the passing landscape. I feel the quiet. There is no chaos. There is no crowd.
When we find ourselves wanting nothing, when one is so full joy emanates from inside and I feel now as if I want to live each day in the absolute fact the sun is shining.
I have fought and conquered the dark alone. I feel I am a dangerous woman.
You're alone. It's just you and I think you're afraid you don't feel enough love.