Because within you always roars, The War Within.

Between a voice and an emotion, you find yourself, submerged, in search of salvation.

Indecisive and eternal, the war continues.

Passion, Emotion, Heart, contend with Rationality, Logic, and Mind. Among factions, you seek air. The mind speaks. “This is safer, this tells you to make the world.” It's right. But inside you feel it. That discomfort. That hole in the stomach. That tightness in the throat. The heart doesn't speak in sentences. It conveys experiences. Is it fear you feel? Yes. And it's that fear that closes your hands to the ropes. The Eternal Comfort enjoying the stability of indecision.

The mind speaks. “You don't have the time, you don't have the money to do that.” But the heart challenges it. “From The Sand; Water. Let us reflect An Abundant Soul." It tells you.

The battle continues, and in the limbo, the air escapes. You close your eyes and trust in instinct, passion, the heart. You loosen the mind's rope, and It defends itself: “Don't you realize? You're falling again! You fall into Emotional Blindness. It blinds you and blinds you. Look beyond, you are not what you feel. You are The Observer, what you feel does not determine your actions."

It’s not wrong. The heart has made you hurt.

“Yes, I make you feel. How do we grow, how do we improve, without pain? I have to make you uncomfortable, there is no other way to transform into a Disciple Of Change” And beating in pain, it whispers; “It is she who stops you, It is she who compares you to society. To culture. To the past. It is she who stops you with her stigmas and traditions. She is, your Dead Weight."

And She, in your head, roars in anger: “You beat and shape a wrong world. Is society internally wrong? Are you the one who has THE reason? Who says the eccentric is correct? You beat and shape The Dystopian Illusion.” Observer, it is He who makes you feel the needs, who makes you water your Noxious Vestige. You have everything planned. Don't throw it away for a simple emotion. For a simple beat."

“What is life if not to be Spontaneous In Every Way? What is the grace of living a life without surprises, a planned life?” It beats resigned.

And your moment has come. Here and now. Dear Observer. Which side will save you?

Nobody knows