Crash.
Hard.
Riddle me this, dear friend. Have you ever once in your life reached out to touch infinity?
You reach. You constantly reach. The need for more and more never ebbing, never straying. It stays strong. It leads, you follow. Never ending.
It's a fucking monster.
Silouhetted against nights filled with such potential, the dawn keeps at bay daring not to destroy the precious hours that encase memories like precious gemstones. Feelings that are never to be forgotten. Try as you may. They will not conset to leaving.
Monster.
More.
Not enough.
Still more.
Gone yet?
No.
Not even close.
More.
More.
More.
Does it ever stop?
Of course not. It's a fucking monster.
Is it?
Of course.
Are you sure?
No.
Why not?
Because some part of me is the monster.
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