And now all of our eyes are seemingly sewn shut. The sunrise over the horizon.
Maybe a little change is all we really need. Maybe a little push is what we really need.
Existence is dulling.
Everything will change, the writing on the wall wont mean a thing.
We know the empty pain it always seems to bring. Nostalgia crushing everything.
We find the comfort in the slicing of the stitch, peel open our eyes, letting the light flood in.
Realizing is calming.
Everything will change. The writing on the wall wont mean a thing.

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