There's a place somewhere far away, lost in the consciousness and anticipations of every day's tale- a tale that needs to be remembered, to be passed down to the kins; A place where everything(we'd like to think) was right and bright, where everything(we'd lie) is beautiful and pretty. A place where you and I have both been, a place where we spent our feelings(on everything that we shouldn't have to), a place we doom to get back to..
Why should we worry about everything, why should we worry about our failings, why should we worry about things-that-could-have-happen-s, why? Why should we worry about things that are out of our power, out of our hands, and ultimately- was out of our imaginations?
We often find ourselves questioning our actions, but do we actually question ourselves this - who cares?
Close your eyes, take off all your dirty clothes and boots, smash all the mementos around, light up a match and burn the place down.
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