The little things.

Try to hold onto the little things, all the people say.
Hold onto them and all of the sleights and downsides will melt into nothing.
So we hold on and wait, cling to the small morsels of happiness we manage to accrue. The slings chip away at our small bastion dangling on a string and occasionally snip the string itself, sending us plummeting into the miasma of filth below.
Minds click and pop with questions always unanswered, a query often asked but never explained.
How could this be? How could this be all that it is? My little castle on a string grows with pride and the small joys, turrets reaching towards the eternally blue sky, so beautiful yet so far out of our grasp.
The castle gets too big and I manage to break the string myself, falling from the weight of too much hope.

Once a man build a castle in a swamp, it fell down so he build it again only to have it fall a second time. In defiance he built a third which sank so he build a fourth and that one stayed up.
Lucky man.
Probably very poor now though.

Time.

Time is ticking.
As quickly as we find some time to ourselves, to do as we please, it ends.
I wish it could be night until the end times. Night is quiet and safe.
I'm not tired, I don't want to go to bed yet.

Let me free.

Hearts and minds, they burn to win
Electricity crackles on the tips of his ears and down to my toes
Blood pumps with passion and fury, fuelling the rockets of flame which propell it toward its desires
No logic guides its step, its goal is all that matters, blinding white pure happiness it what it seeks and the consequences are irrelivant.
The mind approaches with caution, but blasts back with power as well, the air is full of tension which the brain cuts through with a jolt of lightning
Synapses click and pop, giving power to the ever growing storm of indignation, spurring the grey twist of flesh to greater levels of propulsion

A man stands in the middle, blue chain wrapped around one hand, fiery sinew around the other
He was fine, he held the two forces in check, made them work together when necessary
But he's tired
They pull with an ever growing intensity and he doesn't know how long he can hold on for
'Stop fighting' he thinks
The mind scoffs and the heart doesn't listen, they continue to clash like two brothers intent on proving one is better
They will tear him in two, he knows this, but he can't decide

Which one should he kill?