creѕтғallen ➬ g.∂ {editing}

2.5

Without life there would be no explanation. You wouldn't be thinking this now and you wouldn't know what life is, for you learn from those around you. Without history, there's no time to prevent further mistakes, a perpetuating cycle. 
  Without life the world is empty, nothing of art and no evidence of human race, for THERES NO LIFE.

Now if there was life but only two people lived, Grayson would be alive, for the greed for what others have, money, would not exist. He would be alive and he would be fine, a man with no problems.

Being deaf wouldn't be a thing, for being deaf no longer exists when it's only him and I.

I wouldn't be crestfallen and we wouldn't know anything, we'd live in a utopia, for our choices depend on what lies ahead of us. We know who we are and who we are is what creates the utopia in our minds. But in my mind, there is no utopia. What was once a utopia did not include him, for he painted my mind grey and sucked up all color.

And in his mind was darkness, for he couldn't think of anything but his first sound, the ringing.