(0398) let it rot

you've been sick for some time so i've already collected your ashes from the sky, but the unstoppable force of doubt has now rendered this useless in our eyes. throughout the fog of hopelessness, there remains a barely-visible faint glow, and it was once you who decided to walk away from all you know. passive forms of submission were the only hint of escape you knew so you became confused about almost everything except for your own twisted worldly view.

a conclusion never made much sense. the stakes are much too high. the indignity offered by giving up only made the rest of your thoughts feel like a lie. watered every single plant only because we'd assumed they'd grow, but science has other things in mind sometimes... sometimes, it just needs to snow. monkey seems to understand but does things again expecting a new result. the irrational things make sense at first so we ignore the snow until it starts to fall.

there has to be an easier way to go, but all signs point to the same spot. i can't remember what i came here for so it's probably best that we let this rot.