• She is the crimson stain on me snow white conscience. I stare into her eyes and she stares back, never looking away, but still never looking at me. I don’t know how she does it, my heart says use her but my mind says kill her. My soul aches, waiting for the answer. What is her verdict? The wise one, the foolish one. She asks me to leave her behind but I know she wants me to stay. She is not a judge that she should be giving answers. She ruin lives, she repair lives, and so what is it exactly that she is. Some of us need her, some envy her, and some just hate her. But she is always there, never leaving. She is the one thing humanity has always had. Love.