A tiny community of sixteen lived inside of me. If given a closer look one will see that they bear the same face but carry different auras.
Their chief is named Love. Sometimes called "Passion," Love is kind and always thought of what's best for the community. She is adored by many, yet still hated by some.
Inspiration is a free spirit seeking for adventure, always leaving the community behind. Her absence meant Sloth, with his sweet lies, bossing everyone around leaving Dream, the fragile one, suffering the most. I always spend at least a couple of days looking for Inspiration, often in the library or in playlists and sometimes even in other people's souls, but all the trouble's worth it when I find her and order is restored.
The enigmatic family of Wisdom and Choice and their twins Good and Evil is arguably the most bizarre family to exist. Without Acceptance who, in the simplest terms the family's "counselor," chaos will befall on us. Or at least on me.
Best friends Luck and Chance are merry and fleeting, and I only get to talk to them through brothers Guts and Courage. It's funny though, how often I see those two hang out with Fear in various occasions.
Vanity is the loudest of them all but I try to shut her out. I can't tell though what happens more: I succeeding in doing so or I losing in vain in trying.
The sixteenth little me, though, I haven't really talked to. All I know is that she was the opposite of Vanity in many ways, but undeniably had a resemblance with her, as well as the rest of the members of the community.
The sixteen different little me's are sixteen jigsaw puzzle pieces that make me what I am. The absence of one makes me an essay with no conclusion. Without one I am more incomplete than an idea with no body.
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Sixteen by KASH
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