I Feel An Unfamiliar But

Life Only Makes Any Sense If We Can See Time How God Does. Past, Present, And Future All At Once.

I Don't Know... There's Something Kind Of Beautiful About It, Don't You Think? That We Keep Living And Growing Even Though Our World Is A Corpse? That We Keep Coming Back No Matter How Many Of Us Die?

I Sigh Inside, So Exhausted By These Ugly Questions, But When Did A Monster Ever Deserve Its Privacy?

We're Fumbling In The Dark, But At Least We're In Motion.

Everything You See, You Might Be Seeing For The Last Time.