Inside breastbones of all humans contained
Two wolves, one white one black, endure a fight
Each rages war against its brethren named
They lunge, they gnash, and bite with all their might.

The white is pure of heart and pure of soul
It is joy, forgiveness, and charity
The goodwill, love, and hope that makes us whole
And teaches us courage and humility

The black is one heartless and corrupted
Spills sorrow, wrath, and greed into the air
It exploits our pride, envy, and hatred
Fills us with cowardliness and despair

And in the duel that dwells within each host
The one that wins, the one you feed the most

today i found the difference between alone and lonely
i text her everyday, her maybe every other, her almost never, her a lot, her maybe once a week
it was a cruel balancing act, maybe some of them liked me, maybe not, whos to know?
then it was over, for everyone single one of them
and i was lonely
i like being alone, but i hate being lonely
i realized that being alone is a variable, something you can change
loneliness is something much deeper and poignant,
and frankly, i am terrified of it