Our approaches are different,
Our methods contradict,
Our words are...separate.
And yet,
We are both here for the same reason.
We can't stand us.
We can't stand the mocking face of a clock.
We can't stand the whirs of our brains that fill the silent nights.
We are scared of the idea of not having a warm hand to hold.
Maybe the amount isn't equal for each of us,
But the fear is there.
We've outgrown so many things,
We have conquered kingdoms, cities, countries!
But this?
This will always be scary.
Bronze age or 23rd,
Evolution has long marked us.
We will be punished for complying,
We will be punished for not complying,
There's no winning.
The only thing the victors can brag about are their mundane bullshit and domestic fuckery.
I wish you all the very best.
