Flexuality

I feel like a rubber band, taut, stretched between two worlds.
I bend and I am pulled thin, purposeful.
I am relaxed and I am careless, meaningless.
I wait for the day when my elasticity is spent. When my meaning is used, over, done with and I am in a certain state, albeit a state of nothingness, a state.
Flexuality;
Caught between two worlds, two people, two sexes, two orientations, two . . .
Caught, pulled taught, stretched and bending any which way the world decides you should from month to month, day to day, hour to hour, moment to moment . . .
Caught between mind and soul, want and desire, contentedness and passion, curiosity and knowing . . .
This is a term I coined. This is a term that is at the forefront of my existence . . . the epitome of my fear.