The battle.

Good and bad.

It's a battle that has been going on since the start of time, only recently have I realized that when I think about it, this battle occurs in more things than we're aware of.

A while ago, I was extremely upset one night and ran out of the house. After walking up and down my street a few times, I still couldn't go in, so I laid on my driveway, watching the clouds. This was the first time that 'Good and evil' really hit me. The night was beautiful, like a piece of black velvet sheathing the evil behind, but no, off to the side of me, dark clouds were forming in a small circle, almost like they were planning their attack. They then formed a defense wall, almost like soldiers. Meanwhile, the sky was still naive to the evil surrounding it, the velvet cover still as soft as anything. Patiently, I watched, waiting for evil to take over. Slowly but surely, the soldiers made their attack. Spreading ever so quietly, suffocating the velvet... isolating it, like it was the soldiers' prey.

By now, most of the sky was covered in a dark grey to blue quilt. It looked so heavy, like there was just nothing the Velvet could do. As it was saying it's last goodbyes, the soldiers paused, and there was an eery silence between the two. Then the two exchanged looks, and a silent truce was formed. The soldiers retreated, slowing manipulating themselves back into a small, quiet circle. The velvet could breathe again, and the stars were brightly visible, as they should be. For as long as I was out there, that was how it stayed. The dark, heavy soldiers stayed solemnly in their formation, while the velvet was free to do as it pleased. Peace was restored, and life went back to normal.

So, I'm not completely sure what the purpose was after all that. I think I just wanted to say that the good and evil lives in so many things, especially us. Everyone has an internal battle between Good and Evil, whether they let this battle be known to other people is a different question but the battle is there, and the two are fighting. Eventually one will win. One always wins.

Can you guess the winner that resides in my head?