Its said that within us, there is perpetual struggle.
Two wolves wreck carnage upon one another without rest.
They tear at each other as there is no such thing as coexistence here.
One represents all that is "good."
Our purpose, our capability to love
-- The way our hearts light up when we're with each other.
Our dreams and our ambition.
The other represents all that is "evil."
Our laziness, our seeping doubts
-- The way loneliness overruns and strips us of identity.
Our bitterness and our jealousy.
And we... we are always just the audience throughout it all.
At least until their eyes at last turn to us and we realize
just how influential we are to this battle's outcome.
Run, rabbit, run
'cause the wolves are hungry.
Which one are you going to feed?
The sun has gone to sleep
But I swear I can hear the
stars slink into the darkening sky.
Time ticks and water bubbles.
Air breathes in and out,
wafting a breeze to whisper
sweet nothings through my hair.
The moon lets out a yawn
as it settles in for night shift.
Yet... How particular.
When a heart breaks,
It makes no sound.
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