Taming the body, controlling the mind.

Flushed with embarrassment, she eases out of the club, clinging onto her friend in a failing attempt to hide herself. From what? She turned scarlet and was disgusted, but she knew it was amazing. Beyond amazing. In the dimmed, urine soaked toilets she found perfect paradise. It ignited every living cell within her, leaving her electric and alive, followed by ashamed and mortified. Her feet gracefully made it's way on the uneven ground and to the taxi ahead. Her hands secretly pulled her dress down, trying to cover her bare skin. Lipstick vanished, mascara smudged.
She turns to her friend and tilts her head to the side, leaning on her shoulder, showing a sign of gratitude before she slowly drifted into her thoughts.
The human body and the human mind are two different elements, tangled but not connected. Synchronised but never together. How could our body want something our mind won't allow? How can our mind want something our body can't handle? Two powerful poles at constant battle with each other. Our whole lives we wander in this insane state, at war with our selves. Taming the body, controlling the mind. That fine line that distinguishes us from other species. The ability to express but the capacity to limit.
Freeing the soul, losing life, barely living, nearly killed.