walk away with another fleeting memory
We spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Pure or impure. Heroes or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are. Letting our past decide our future. Or we can decide for ourselves. And maybe it's our job to invent something better. Here we are, trying to establish our own alternate reality. To build a world out of rocks and chaos. What it's going to be, I don't know. Even after all that rushing around, where we've ended up is the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night. And maybe knowing isn't the point. Where we're standing right now, in the ruins in the dark... what we build could be anything.
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sleazoid) wrote,
thoughtful
