It’s a never ending fight inside. Some angels and some demons drew their swords, ruined each other’s castle, to see which one is stronger. There’s just a thin line lies between both. In some times, demons win flawlessly, and in some other times, angels are undefeated.

My mind is a battle field. I never created it intentionally, it is formed by a terrible desolation. I, in some ways, could not interfere the war. I could not make a scenario and decide which one would win. How easy it would be if I could. I sure would do a genocide to the demons so they could never harm me again. But the truth is the truth.

What I can do now is just watch and cheering the angel’s team. For how long this war will endure, I don’t know, and will never know.