You see, the future. But you don’t feel it. You can’t.
You once hoped. But you don’t hope anymore. You can’t.
You once tried to fight. But you just go with the flow now. Because it feels like the only managable option.
You see beauty in the destroyed. You see pain in the destroyed.
The conflicts, the everlasting conflicts.
You know. You feel. But you don’t really know.
You see peace in the abandoned. You feel peace in the abandoned.
But you can not grasp it.
You just can not.