...because i'm still trying, never doing.
"his name was not important. he was still the same. the world is dark. everyone no more than a shadow on a wall of darkness. the mundaneness of it all is what brought his curiosity. there must be more somewhere he hasn't looked. his eyes feel covered by this darkness. when you are a shadow and the world has no light, it is all seek and no find. he missed games with no winner and words with no underlying messages. he tried to hold things that he only felt were his. then he tried to move past them. that's the way. it was never the word though. he saw glimpses of what he knew were."
-n.r.m.
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