He used to be a good man.
He believed that people were
inherently good.
His resolve had slowly chipped away, day by day, week by week, year by year, until
one day he found himself filled with the spite that he was so desperately fighting.
Beware the thing that you fight, that you do not become what you are fighting.
With
bitterness on one side, and naivete on the other, a tightrope emerged.
balance.
- tigertronic