We live within a distracted mind, in order exist within the safety of the white noise that it brings.
We close our eyes to the light to embrace the calming darkness.
We fight as hard as we can to stop Time The Titan from crushing us beneath its impersonal foot.
We submit, if only temporarily, because soon we know that we will be at war with ourselves once again.
We rest, if only too briefly, because soon we will have to continue to carve ourselves from stone once again, and soon we will have to free these hearts from the stone we let them become.
Soon, I must carve I.
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