"An emasculated fortress showing all of its insecurities and infidelity in holding, in this maverick utopia within. This tavern of hope glimmering with the delicacies of life and springing with possibilities of catastrophe. The evanescence of qualia rattling from the intimacy of this wonderland. The depth of each bubble seduces it space as a narcotic for their utopia. To keep it stable, to keep it unable from rolling down the path of fallen, still despair. boxed into this dystopian soup, now scrambling for a pulse of hope, of love, of joy. A nirvana that can't be reached because the promises have made a false escape through these tiny taverns. Gone, but still there. In need of help, but absolutely still valued. Edifying innocence of this utopia is preserved nevertheless because it saw the light. It saw the love that was able to sustain and shine through the infidelity of every single moment. It was exposed the whole time while it felt strangled by the weight of its own embrace. Free always, but frozen in the daze of utopia. Beauty stains and molds it so delicately; soothes the disarray, slows the pace. Acceptances... This gorgeous reality soon starts to level out. Time has left and returned. Sound has been abandoned. But obligation has become this utopia."
