Day by day, a voice in me keeps whispering,
"Athena, which world do you belong to?"
"Do you worship the good or the evil?"
Maybe, during a phase in my life, I was confident enough to embrace a direction and quell the mellow voice.
But at this very moment, life feels like a mayhem. I no longer am the person I was moments ago. I grow, I wither, and there's no rhythm. No pattern.
I am not sad, not even the slightest bit. Instead, I am ravenously consuming life as it comes, with its light and darkness.
Of course, there are certain choices that left me wounded, deeply perhaps. Wounds I healed in a day or two and pursued the wild currents of life again. Because what do I gain from loathing my actions and blaming my heart for the passion it so naturally holds? So, I learned the pain, assured my heart it shall never happen again, and saw the feeble light at the end of the tunnel.
Hadn't it been for the musky, airless tunnel I never would have felt the mellow warmth of the sunlight and the sweet smell of vanilla. I simply would have walked, breathed, and vanished alongside.
Right and wrong. Value and virtue. Passion and desire. Good and bad.
I belong in none, yet I live by all. For I am just a presence, dwelling in both worlds—in silence.
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