But now, it's nothing. It's there somewhere lost in this world, just like everything is lost somewhere out there. There's nothing that actually disappears from this world. Everything at some point just comes back in some other form and shape. And if they don't they're just getting ready.
You and I were like magnets that erupted a disaster within us. A choatic combination of intense love and skepitical thoughts surrounded by man that called himself sane. Everytime we talked of how crazy and sickening it was for the world to put up a mask and put up a show, we also laughed. Maybe that's our sin. To laugh at the naive(ignorant actually).
So we pay the price. The world mocks us as insanes, tying us to a bottle of slumber and a cage specially crafted to hold our rawness.