Where Fire Breathes and Mist Dreams
Sometimes the choice is not between good and evil, but between two evils. One you know inside out – with all its moods, strengths, and downfalls. The other feels like an old acquaintance, one that sometimes reaches out a hand and sometimes pushes you away. Both have their traps. Both carry the promise of making the day lighter. And both can break that promise at any moment.
The decision often happens where hope and mistrust share the same table. When one substance fuels emotions, making them bigger, louder, more tangible – in both good and bad hours. And when the other sometimes does the opposite: shutting everything down, smoothing every edge, until not even a spark remains. One is a fire that warms or burns. The other is a mist that either gently embraces or swallows every direction.
There are days when you feel certain you know which choice is better. Days when you believe you’ve seen through the game. But the “not always” weighs heavy. It’s the faint flicker of uncertainty that undermines every bit of trust. Because the wrong effect at the wrong time can destroy more than the seemingly worse option ever could.
Maybe, in the end, it’s not about choosing one over the other. Maybe it’s about keeping enough distance until neither feels like a choice anymore – until both are just memories. But until then, the question remains... and the answer depends on which price is easier to bear.
