3/1/25

We think, we act, but I AM, and are, as we rest in a catacomb, we call it home, but what is home? Home is anything you wish it to be. But I don't consider it home.
What is this IT I mentioned that is not home, I don't know, as this IT is not a home but another place of existence, a room full of white, white means pure, pure is of course a good thing, but why not be it a bad thing, it is simply a color, but of course... Pure nonetheless is a white color, and why not blue or black? Because white glows and gives us hope, and what simply is hope? Hope is something you experience when a group of hero's do an act in which you feel encouraged by them to stand against an oppressive Empire...

I wont read such a long essay ;-;

too long, my attention span is too short..