There are two parts of me. The happy me is talkative, loves to be around people, loves to encourage and motivate others, loves to be the life of the party. The happy me loves the color of the sky and the smell of flowers and loves to touch and hold and feel. The happy me loves to be me.
The other me is dark. The other me likes to be underground, living unseen, hiding in corners and down dark alleys. The other me doesn’t speak, doesn’t move, doesn’t blink. The other me likes cemeteries and darkness and death. The other me hates me.
There has to be a balance to survive. Neither can go on for very long without some of the other.