Hina_Bot Overtaken



"I was so busy fighting for a world that I wanted, I didn't think about what you needed" - Hiccup


Somewhere farther than your eyes’ resting place, a sleeping fact takes refuge from the outside harsh dissonance.
It is our clouded judgment that strays our everyday choices from the right track.
Frustrating enough, isn’t it?

How would you react if I said that there is a way to open those resting eyes?
From its eternal slumber, from the dawn-est of our yesterday’s creation until today’s worth of coffee, a choice to finally free oneself from unsatisfactory aftertaste has presented itself.
Will you take it upon yourself the heavy grueling responsibility,
Or is it too much to pass on?

Ironically, every thwarting soul knows of these sleeping words.
Much hypocrisy has won.
And it’s nobody’s fault if you feel hopeless for the present’s meek and calculative ruling body.
But even so, a part of me incompletely understands the motive for the unwilling.
The reason isn’t whether or not you’d be qualified to steeling yourself from the harassment of the immense liability, but it’s probably just
Who even cares?

Seven point five billion strong.
It’s the summer of the two thousand and eighteenth year in the Gregorian calendar.
Numbers grow despite our deteriorating world.
Fire birds rule the sky, mighty battleships cruise the waters, and headless kings pave our civilization.
Before we call that day to our homefront’s doorstep (the day where we lie underground under red soil),
Who’s going to call the resting eyes?

6/25/18