Headplaces

I am stuck between a love of this form and a love of transformation. They do not contradict or oppose one another, I want that to be clear. They do not. In the same way that indigo does not oppose a spectrum of colors; it is included in it. But still, it is difficult to hold the two of them in one head. One is a stickyness; the other is wet and quick and fluid. They do not oppose one another. They are running hand in hand, lips peeled with curiosity; one is just lagging behind the other a bit.