ENLISTED

I am many things, mostly, the bittersweet of being kindhearted. I keep wrestling with my twin over why I'm truly here, how I seemed fit for servitude in the gray of black and white.

There's a machine world expectant of humanity's void and these invisible wars? Why do they start? Can we even escape them? We fight paths predestined for us only to come undone in woods with beastly creatures.

"Let's run!" She said but I tarried, to her ghastly demise.

Like I said, I am many things for the redress of all my misgivings but worst of all, I am enlisted.