i remember this conversation, but i cant remember when i had it. sometimes i feel so foolish. pulling off the mask and standing my thoughts so naked in front of anyone who happens to read them. why is it so easy here in my heart, to terraform heaven, yet i feel so useless to terraform heaven in my real life?
i remember the answer, so i dont need answers anymore. darkland is a fools paradise and i will gladly wear the fools cap there. the king of now here. and it rolls in. on a wave of heat. with a blast of thunder. with a peal of bells. on the wings of an angel. i remember what i was going to say, so i dont need to say it anymore.