Basic instinct

I’ve always acknowledged with ease, that it’s but a fine veneer of civilisation separating man from his fellow animals. I’ve been comfortable with my own feral disposition that breaks its way through now and again. Yet, the recognition of a dormant primal instinct in oneself is still horribly startling. I’m not shocked at the violence of its manifestation, violence is part of who I am, but rather the undeniably primordial nature of the call. Insanity. Reality.