The pressure in the presser cooker is tight and hard. On one
side there is the pressure of my mind on the other side there is the pressure
from soul. There is pressure being added from both sides. In the middle I am
being cooked between conflicting ideas. And in between my body is the one that
is most sensitive that feels the pressure the most. It is quaking and cracking
between the pressure of the diametric forces between my mind and my soul. It
feels that someone should be doing something about it. I am not doing any
progress as my mind doesn’t agree my soul nor soul is compromising with mind.
Mind orders me to work for my better future and my soul wants to complete the
responsibility first. But isn’t it possible if they cook me in a single cooker
and prepare the cocktail dish out of me?
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