January

The fact is, we know exactly what we’re meant for at the very end of the day, yet our distortion of reality sways us into believing it to be false. The perspiration knows our heart’s content, and recoils at the after-thought of regret. But it is the truth, and only the truth that matters.

I just wonder, how is it that we can tell? The reservoir is at its peak, but we can only go further without knowing its capacity.

I hope and only hope, that our sight makes it through the event horizon.