Late Night Breakout

Blu Mar Ten - Whisper ft. Kirsty Hawkshaw

Forever engulfed in the night, the confusion of darkness takes us further away from the ever evasive light of direction. Those artificial lights of lies and mystique conjure images of overzealous and unrealistic expectations. I am no longer I, but an artificial vessel of forced environmental configurations. The illusion, the illusive freedom of will is the greatest lie of all, yet the only key of hope guiding our blind souls along the ever wandering path.

Although I am not alone, we ultimately are. To think there is guidance from "the hero", "the father", "the mother"... "the holy ghost", is only delaying the sadly ultimate truth of nothing. Trust to be betrayed, Love to Hate and live to die. Such empty passages and words to be lost in the vestiges of time is what will eventually be. To be forgotten, re-evaluated and changed. How beautiful.