Edge of reality is right. Our dreams and perceptions define us, colour our every thought, our every breath - yet unattainable as they are, we hope that they are right around the corner. In our next step, in our next heartbeat we think we will find what it is we are yearning for, and all the hurt that has marred our souls, that shredded the very fabric that held us together would once again be restored, be made whole. It is this blind faith that one may say leads us down this path of self-made destruction - we are nought but ideas flitting around in the night, revolving around some man made lamp looking for the moon among the ashes of our dead brothers and sisters.
No need to be emo Shani.
I guess it would be much better if I knew nothing about you.No need to be emo Shani.
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