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These things we dream are alone in shadows and of their feeling we cannot speak. The intensity of this shallow water wastes away like a rotting apple and there's nothing left of its core. Philanthropy is what we have disguised our enitre lives and turning back now would be unfit for even the most childish of natures. So instead, we revert back to our slumber, our dreams that we wish to never escape. But when the dreams drastically turn, the cliché "Be careful what you wish for" becomes more realistic for this new found nightmare is not what we had in mind. This is no time to bear arms and fight an eye for an eye. It is now time for salvation and a holier than thou additude that will lead us all into a place of dreary dust and lonely awakenings. Be peaceful as you learn to forget what instincts have meant to you. The ocean never seemed so large until the day we drifted away, but even the ocean isn't big enough to keep us from him. All the while, we turn to you to try to understand what kind of focus you have kept, but that focus is now dwindling and shattered distance becomes life that ran its course. You can stay here and reconcile a past which has made no mistakes, or, perhaps you would prefer to join the living and forgive a life which has yet to stop making them. Either way, you tread superficial land that is willing to sink at any given moment, so...what in fact to you conclude from all of this? It's really no big surprise. The notion of another absent mirror is bewildering to say the least, but we can't sit around and wait forever for you to cure your sorrows. Think back to "time" and it's eagerness to move along so slowly. Think back to the essence that you've harshly described. Think back to a place where home was in its title. But at some point, needless to say, you will ineveitably be forced to stop thinking back and start thinking forward, but until then...