The Fight.

You took it away from me. I fought with confidence to no cause, because it was already gone! Where were you when I needed you most. It is as if there is a huge separation within me. One loved, and the other of hate. Hate loves the lonely; it grows in your loneliest time, it evolves to disgust, and to other compulsive habits. Pity that only those who love in giving and in receiving may fully benefit its miracles. Why fight? There is so much beauty in giving up... the release of everything that matters, whether significant or little in concern. Just let go, step away from this losing battle. Time determines, for that separation to complete, and when it comes to choosing between loving or hating. One individualized, the other for the world. I may have already chosen love for the world, thus hatred thrives within. Pardon my life. Pardon my sorrow. Pardon my betrayal. The longest night, and the coldest winter, I may just find the hand of peace craddling me to sleep. What is hunger, but the hunger for completion. What is desire, but the desire for perfection. I surrender. This fight is over.