Some people love to hear the sound of their own voices. Let us take a casual stroll into the past's dusty corridors. Tomorrow is not ours to recover, so praise the benefits of paraphrasing. The point of control is to inspire in us the desire to lose it- remember that? All I wanted to do was stand naked in the moonlight, but life is a game with complicated rules.

Images of destruction have become part of our daily routine- effortlessly, it seems. What are we but insects caught in webs of intricate patterns? Strange faces entering your universe. Becoming familiar. Then vanishing. A never-ending cycle. This is no tragedy, this is reality mystified. Curiosity's bitter blessing wasn't destined for mass consumption. Repetition has a purpose, today.

Break the spell- my expectations are asphyxiating. Nothing in this world was made to last, we only have now to win or lose. The prize is just a memory- your choices shall define its aftertaste. I suspect we'll never manage to bring down the walls; I say, it does not matter, there's beauty in miscommunication, there's beauty even in anticipated pain and retrospective monotony.