millions of reasons acted as forces while the chains of rationality acted along with the forces to keep that single, wild thought in check.
it hurts
the flowers, the stars, the sun, the moon, and the silhouette never fail to appear.
it hurts
inches away, yet worlds apart.
it hurts
and a ghost of the pained expressions were hidden by the weaves of lies that formed the very mask.
it just, hurts so much.
