| Now There was a point in time when we cared, long before we were turned bent with apathy. There was this place where things mattered, before they induced this clogged indifference. Interludes occur infrequently, and they are usually peppered with lust or anger, anyway. Anyway, we don't know what we're saving ourselves for, or what we're saving them from. We're safe and clean, that's all we know because we live by their slogan: "I am told to preserve myself I am told to prevent myself." We don't know what to do with the people we have become. We don't know how to be the people we were supposed to become. We are not good and we are not evil, but nothing ever is now. We are just ok and we are bad, like everything else now. Nothing is pure; Nothing is untouched. Where can we evolve, and How can we deconstruct now that we have given up? |