The Dark Side Of The Moon

Breathe In The Air

You begin, like all tales, with the conflict. The difficulty to live properly. You scream but it diminishes quickly so no one can hear you. No one cares now. It's all a race, Life will tell you. You simply must be ready to run once the shot is fired, and all else will go against you to the finish line. It's all just a stressful exhale, like a punch to the stomach. You have to stand there in anticipation, no matter how deadly it seems to appear to you, and no matter how quickly that dagger pointed at your heart seems to approach you. To cut open a human is to open up a book, to rip its pages. Just as cynical, just as hurtful, and not only has the story changed, not only has its facade become distorted, but the binding to it all has been demolished into something else. Nothing is ever the same anymore. But one must learn to breathe in the air, have no shame in caring for the change, and simply dream above the highest cloud to the heaven that you seem to have always wanted to prematurely reach; plunge into the waters that has been tainted by failure of drowning. To dream is to leave this world, but not leave yourself. To dream is to leave yourself, but not the world....