The Shallow Diary, Day 3
MAY 22nd-
The way beyond is lit with the fires of eternity. We are now wandering, aimless and alone. Small packs of bundled nerves, waiting to be frayed. Afraid of the answers to questions we keep to ourselves. Going a little more insane, getting a little more dead, growing a little less humane. We will soon be gouging out the eyes, and ripping out the tongues, of our friends and family, to shut out the crying and screaming. What has our humanity wrought, but a quicker downfall. We are now an impotent species, outcast, outclassed, outmoded. Over the next hill, past the next horizon, all is lost. What hope, if hopelessness is the new currency.
MAY 22nd-
The way beyond is lit with the fires of eternity. We are now wandering, aimless and alone. Small packs of bundled nerves, waiting to be frayed. Afraid of the answers to questions we keep to ourselves. Going a little more insane, getting a little more dead, growing a little less humane. We will soon be gouging out the eyes, and ripping out the tongues, of our friends and family, to shut out the crying and screaming. What has our humanity wrought, but a quicker downfall. We are now an impotent species, outcast, outclassed, outmoded. Over the next hill, past the next horizon, all is lost. What hope, if hopelessness is the new currency.