half of my self
wants to run around
and have adventures
and meet only new people
and hear stories
and create more
and never ever ever stop
moving

and the other half of me is so comfortable
having a night in
television blaring
but not staring into a screen
instead cuddling up with my kip
or embroidering
or organizing bookshelves
or cleaning
just the menialest of menial tasks
feeling
so satisfied

but whenever i do one
i feel fulfilled for a bit
until i hear the other option
calling to me

and the only place i find i can fully balance out
is in sleep

when my physical self is at rest
and my imagination is bursting

[i really need to write more than poetry sometime]