sometimes everything can be too much. - allow yourself to be dragged into the endless stream; be washed clean and never remember. the galaxy may be a garden but your roots can't move, what would be the point? oh to erase, to fnally feel the warmth of peace. would you be willing to? aren't we all fools? the foolishness can be a true savior.

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in the end maybe its all in vain, useless attempts of bringing a sense of relief even when there is no reason, because no one would have the courage to open their eyes while the world is on fire. bring me your passion and stare at the naked truth even if it burns your skin. maybe there is a reason, because deeply we all have rooted a little special feeling that might keep us moving, that holds our arms enveloping the burning compassion that once never existed. or maybe its all an illusion; a belief of better days even when you are burning down along with the same flames that once shattered your heart. be real and feel.