Isn't it really small, really insignificant - These little worries that keep you awake and craft few nightmares? these countless moments that you spend in retrospection and canvassing your hurts? Isn't it really that fleeting that you can't recollect a bit of it when you see someone pain in the closet, really break, shatter and dissolve?
What are you in front of this infinite window of truths that are transparent like mirrors?
Will anything that you have ever done even leave a sand-grain scar on it?
Will it even last when the next tide comes, and you precisely know you're on knees?
Will it even matter when you fail yourself just because you didn't take the time to conjure more meaningfully?
Will you even become a firefly if you burn into ashes, and only ashes, for nothing that really stand out?
For you know who the real sinister is, don't you? For you know where the real dent is, don't you? For you know there is nothing called absolute, don't you? So don't push it any harder, for you'll be wasting all of yourself scrubbing a volatile taint!
What are you in front of this infinite window of truths that are transparent like mirrors?
Will anything that you have ever done even leave a sand-grain scar on it?
Will it even last when the next tide comes, and you precisely know you're on knees?
Will it even matter when you fail yourself just because you didn't take the time to conjure more meaningfully?
Will you even become a firefly if you burn into ashes, and only ashes, for nothing that really stand out?
For you know who the real sinister is, don't you? For you know where the real dent is, don't you? For you know there is nothing called absolute, don't you? So don't push it any harder, for you'll be wasting all of yourself scrubbing a volatile taint!
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