The fine line between joy and happiness is the great power that each of these emotions have over what we decided to do. Joy is an impulse, a quick change in a burst of excitement. Happiness is a drug that stays with us for a while, a period where our actions are separate to our mood.

I was feeling Joy, this was the wrong feeling, a feeling that would bend the parallels in which we as humans perceive to be right and wrong, and you shall soon see why.

I left her behind, but I didn’t choose to leave her behind, yet it was too late. My adrenaline was gone and so was she.

Joy is a impulse that flips like a switch, once I had reached the border of this once bright land the switch was flipped, fear is all I felt. I couldn’t understand why my soul and lungs where being ripped from my mental grace but it was pure terror, the feeling that I would leave to a void of new lands and never finish my duties here again felt very wrong, something felt like it would go very, very wrong.