I was thinking how I was, how I am. How I become the empathizer when the other is vow; the warmth when the other is cold; the gleeful, mechante sea with innocent beach sand

And I realise, it is who you are whhat makes me What I am. Like colourless water flowing through bottles, and pits, and pools, and depths.

Give me a wound

I am the river who washed the pain

Give me a graveyard

Caressing the tombs,I will be the rain

The scheme of things is all about heroes and villains. Villains- the strong force trying shatter our purpose and the heroes- forged from the sword heated by the flame of anger the former combusted. That, is why the heroes win. Because they are the hood, the light infiltrated from the weaknesses of the fort of darkness. like the sun, they don't just stay. They enter where there is a chasm of no light.

But we make the choice, really. Since both are a part of us, we make the choice of whom to feed-the villain or the hero