Now you can't see the forest through all the trees we planted over the years. If I have to I will suffocate myself just to feel alive. I'll never win, but at least I can say I tried. Is this the way we had imagined things all those years ago? When we were young and pure things were different. We had a dream. What happened? Life. Human nature. Instinct. Survival. We will never find a cure for hopelessness. We will never cease to be the animals that we are. Cycles repeat. And this one seems to be nothing short of a paradox. We've built this structure on a foundation of bloodshed and war. Just the same tessellating patterns year after year. The heartbeats become breathtaking. A warmers winters breaking. And summer bleeds into september. As these seasons turn, I watch you in the brimstone. I have become the overseer. But I will not be there to watch your house of cards collapse upon you. Now you can't see the forest through all the trees we planted over the years. If I have to I will suffocate myself just to feel alive. I'll never win, but at least I can say I tried
