Curiosity killed the cat,didn't it?I'd like to see how it is to die of this curiosity and just catch a glance of stearing the present in the eyes,but the problem with dying in my case is knowing that it's gonna be for a worthy cause.The problem with the present is it keeps slipping from my hands,between my fingers.I don't want to believe it's just ashes of the past,I need to see it.
I can't read foreheads,nor can I break down this wall.But I'm still trying.Not fighting windmills and dragons,but fears and illussions,my own holly grail search.
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