How can this old-worldness be forever combined with such wide-eyed naivety?
How can the blackness in the human soul coexist with the bright wonder?
Gripped with the fore-knowledge that we will all burn yet still choose to believe these flames shall light our way out of darkness.
To understand the history of all things and still expect better.
To understand the choices made no matter how depraved.
Is this wonder? Is this hope?
What remains of my spirit battles with this essence and the dream survives daily. Should it?
I no longer know but I fight on and on until the end of things.
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