i'm falling fast. this high was short-lived, never a constant. i watched you grow-up you know? i wish i could of helped you more, but where would we go? this life is filled with faltering promises and mislead loves and hope and dreams... when will you know, young one? how will you know? as breath kisses your lips and forms a fog around your head, how will you know? this goes skin deep.
all of these past lives will come back to haunt you, but i will protect you. i will hold on to you until there is nothing left to hold. we are the painters of this world. we are the poets of this dark freedom. hand-in-hand until there is nothing left to hold.
i cry your tears too, young one. our longings are the same. it kills me to find something to fight for when there is nothing left... well then, let us fight for nothing.
hold your nothing flag high, scream your nothing chants until the whole world listens.
i am the fly on the wall.
i will listen to your nothings.
inspire me.
- no apologies.
- i'm a simple soul inside a complex human form. i'm trying to escape. my condition is unsettling, my learned past contradicts my thirst for new knowledge. how do i become fearless? fear is a rationalization of the illogical... am i inept to handle my own realities?
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