You can, though, if you can forget hard enough. Forgo the meanings that scream, listen to the pain that hurts. Breathe, and listen past the mask your guts hold against you.

They gave up, so you gave up, but we are warriors. We strive against unity inherently, but love strives against us. Back and forth and back and forth we go, but zero is foam. The concept of one is just a measure of reality.

Let go of asking why you are, and hear what it is that you ARE. That’s the only way to understand, is to let GO of what you accept. There is no truth, only compromise.

We must find balance.

In other words… “waaaah. I’m a crybaby.”