For your dreams to come true, you first need to wake up, she said. But all my soul desired was sleep, the deep sleep of cats, the guiltless sleep of infants, the untroubled sleep of fools. I craved for oblivion, its promise of relief and total apathy, or else to let it all burn burn burn; burn the cities to ash, the tired faces, the misery of everyday routine, the broken statues and the devastation of forsaken heroes, all the things we could have been, but we shall not..

Burn all these worlds of fantasy that tear our hearts in two with 
their untouchable perfection; burn the ephemeral glimpses of happiness, killing us as they withstand our every effort to freeze them in time and memory; burn the passing years, the wisdom that comes with age, erasing all traces of innocence; burn innocence itself, for why does it exist if not to torture us with its sweet promises of inevitable frustration?

Burn joy and sorrow, since none exists without the other; burn hope, and longing, and regret; let anger reign and rage control our minds; let us, too, burn in a merciless fire, forgetting how it all began, our meaningless existence, the looming ending- always nearer, grotesque yet mesmerising, a cause for celebration and despair.

Are you, too, fighting the eternal battle? Caught inbetween the irresistible force of a raw, cynical intelligence sworn to disregard all notions of sentimentality, and the pressing irrational urge of a spirit that seeks to fly, whatever the cost...