If the world holds its secrets too close for us to see and if time falls around us, leaving us with only empty hands, then what are we to do? Where can we go to escape this world and these times?
It seems as though we have no hold on this world, as though it all slips too easily from the fingers, leaving us to heap into dust and lie forgotten until we are taken on the wind that breathes us away.
Still we walk on, hand in hand, as though we know this road will lead somewhere, as though we will have a destination that we can reach, even though each side of this road is littered with the graves of those we only ever made it this far.
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