A prayer for silence, and who might answer it? You seek to cut the chains holding you back, but cutting almost always hurts. Pain spreads deep roots into the ground; is it anything more than an exhibitionist's imitation of sorrow? When love dies, we cry, for we're reminded of our own imminent ending.

Annoying city nightclubs playing the same songs night after night after night. The sound of the waves becomes our ultimate dream, a mirage to keep us going in the desert. So keen on escaping I catch you kneeling in front of exit signs; I find you worshiping highways and elevators, even though all roads lead to nowhere and you're too tired to walk, anyway. The earth is not round, it is twisted; your soul haunted by the ghosts of previous owners.

Love isn't futile; life is. Love blossoms like a flower, erupts like a volcano, rages like a storm, evaporates like morning dew under hot summer sun. Life is a series of unpredictable and mostly unfortunate events; it is life's fantasies that matter- the concepts, the ideals, the memories. Vain processes of the mind seeking to construct meanings, build connections, raise certainties on devastatingly barren plains.

Love is like scratching your skin until you bleed, yet you manage to extract some perverse pleasure out of it; you cannot stop, indeed you mustn’t stop for where is the beauty of a life without passion? Instead of distinguishing between universes of emotions and realms of rational thoughts you must embrace both, let them consume you; there was no line separating them until you drew a boundary to keep yourself from falling apart.

Perhaps your blue looks like my red, perhaps your anger feels like my joy, and there's no way of ever knowing. Still, we're all flawed, mortal, vulnerable, with nothing but a thin layer of soft flesh protecting us from the evils and cruelty of the outside world. Could innocence be anything more than what we've irretrievably lost? Wet wings may be used as a fire extinguisher, but should you wish to fly again, beware what you use for cover. Why weep when there's no one around to taste your tears?