Don't say a thing, I understand. Denial is the key to the core of your being. No thank you, I'm safe and happy in my little cell, you insist; the walls begin to melt so you lie down and bury your face in your hands; from a distance it looks almost as if you were making love to the floor; it could be the beginning of a new existence, only your tears are fake and the marble is barren.

Mercy, the old man can hardly remember the beginning. Show some compassion, young ones- do not ask for the end of the tale. Pure sunlight, would you not give up all your aspirations for a delicate uncontaminated beam? Whole continents are sinking in the oceans of expansion, humanity itself stinks of rotting ambitions and insatiable greed. Please, wait for me before you cut the cord, we can still make this death worth dying for.

Your hopes seek to fly, but you've learned to cut their wings before they're old enough to rebel; instead, you let them carry the weight of broken dreams and accumulated disappointments. Carve the same word on your palm every single night, then lick the wound. Blood may taste like iron, but at least it is warm, it is full of life, and it's yours to the last drop.