I don't know how to stop the ringing in my ears, or the pounding grind behind my eyes.
The dull crackle of electricity somewhere in the distance... I think this is what it must feel like when you realise you haven't been GOING mad, you've been mad all along - and that your daily struggle to keep the reigns on the 'sanity' you clung to as a last hope for a better future - has been as futile as trying to catch ash out of the wind.
You see, it's a ghost I'm chasing. An empty echo on the bootsector... But to suddenly realise that this intangible white sail on the horizon... Is nothing more then dead light in the back of my eyes?
I feel like I have been here before. Deja vu - what was it? That means they changed something?
Nothing lasts but nothing is lost.
I can't remember what I did the last time... I don't know what to do.
If anyone out there is still listening
Have I... Have we... Danced here before? Once, or twice, or more?
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