People may think I ride the fence or I can't make up mind and maybe this is true, but you have to realize what's going on beneath the surface of my soul:
It's like when two hawks are fighting in the air...their talons locked and not knowing if they're going to be able to release theirs claws from each other. Each one desperately trying to prove that they are stronger and more dominant than the other, but there's always the uncertainty of not knowing if you're going to win, die, or barely survive by the skin of your teeth. My hawks are like that. One hawk is the loving and all forgiving hero that usually wins the fight but sometimes my dark ruthless side will win. I never truly know which hawk my thoughts or actions truly come from....
