All we ever knew submitted to the whims of the wind. The corner stones of our foundation kept compromise as a secret unable to indulge us with its weakness, we might have dismissed it unaware of the depth of its vulnerability. Now out of desperation we reach, yet too late, too far, too immature to begin the process of comprehending without acting like victims, being victim to our choices. All we produce now are noises, babblings of insensitivity, our words of intellectual vomit, expressions of blind perspectives, when we'd be better off in silence.

Unfortunately it took separation for clarity to sink in, to see...