Summary

There are no answers.
And there will be few truths. "
X" used to mean "
X".
Watch as earth crumbles beneath us.
I can't bet on things like before.
Thoughts empower yet doom the whole of us.
Analyzation kills the dream, restart scene.
Doubt casts its shadow.
Like was said it would.
All my statements break down.
All's butted, nothing stands beneath us.
I can't bet on things like before.
Thoughts empower yet doom the whole of us.
Analyzation kills the dream, restart scene.
I've been weeding in the garden with one season.
I consider poison in a world where it never existed.
I though I filled in all the blanks but more keep appearing.
The quest for the fact wielder.
A quest so cold, so bare.
I can't take this anymore.