In the longest nights of silence, sometimes it's not me alone,,
I feel,the presence of someone alike but different.
Could it be possible? We are always walking a pair.
I wonder if it's my spirit, animal form of me and maybe my divided mind.
The decision we fight with ourselves, this or that.
Maybe it's never about intuition,but our daemons.
Found myself liking a type of meal,but my body is allergic to it .
Above what we value, maybe we should seek our deamom and cherish it.
In the toughest moments,we challenge them but don't know how.
That's part of us apart from us but with us.