When 11:11 had passed, and there are no bridges left to wish for. When nights had lost their stars and the only ones falling are us, who do we go to ask our wishes?
When our hands have become so frail and our hearts stoned, what do we pray for? When our walls have become so stiff and our insides so soft how do we uncover our fragile little minds? When even our inner children refused to play and the only ones being played are us, what toys do we have?
When our calmest wells have dried up in the middle of the desert and the only ones keeping our sanity alive is ourselves, I wish, I hope, I believe, we can still be comfortable in this sadness before we save ourselves.
This book is no salvation, if you are here to be freed then I can't do that for you. This is company, this is understanding, this is validating your inner demons in a world that shuts it off.
This is twilight. The null, the uncertain, the preparation before despair--- or freedom.
This is the empty wanderings and hopeful chained travels where we let our hearts be freed. The never ending search for desires and suffering.
This is twilight.
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Twilight is the second part, the in-between of dusk and dawn.
xrxs
