It’s a wonder how there are so many things to bring marvel to a man’s
heart. Some are the purest of the good things and their charm exists in their
innate goodness. Some others are seductive in their evil. They lure the eyes
and tempt the heart.
The good things are not so flashy, and may be a little difficult to reach
like a ripe fruit on a tall tree. But like that fruit, reaching them is worth it. The
bad things are blindingly flashy. They command the stares of all and only the
strong of will can tear their gaze away.
The good things are like freshly pressed fruit juice, sweet and healthy and
deeply satisfying. The evil ones, they taste like a fizzy drink loaded with artificial
sweeteners. They are delicious to the taste and are satisfying but only for a
There’s a war forever going on in my head. Or is the war actually going
on in my heart? I really don’t know. It’s the age old war of good and evil.
Sometimes I’m good, and other times I’m bad and bordering on evil. I hear it is
nature. Human nature.
There’s a war going on above my head. A war on the ring above my
head, my invisible crown. It’s the same war though. The very war of old, the
war of good and evil. When I’m good the ring is blue. A clear, beautiful blue
that mimics the sky. When I’m bad it changes, turns red. It turns a blazing red
that is fiercer than the licking fingers of a great fire.
Although I wish my ring would remain forever blue, my head and heart
are weak and they succumb to the flashy, delicious fizzy drinks of the evil and
so my halo is in a perpetual state of purple.