The sun shines its stellar rays upon the young. Not a care in the world. The protagonist is on a mission. Nothing big, nothing bold, nothing scandalous. Their hopes, a full flame, even when the happening seems to have diminished. No. It still screams in their hearts. Past the walls, past the voices, past the mocking trees of peace. No. It is not peaceful. Not anymore. We pretend to be good, but it is merely a glass needing some cleaning from the ones who made it dirty. The chances of them actually doing so? None. And so, the dirt comes engraved, scarring the glass, soon to break full force. We cannot hide.
What if there was a tunnel? Just because there is light does not mean it comes to a bright, sun shine end. The happening ended in a false light with a brick wall at the facing. What to do now? Turn back? That's the past. We cannot take back the past. As if we could somehow turn back time and change what may have been the initial dilemma. What's done is done. Few would give up, rot, and perish in the tunnel. Few would spit and grit their hand using whatever means to get through that wall. Even if it means digging with the very tips of their dull nails. I will take years to break through this happening but they have accumulated a strong set of numbers to scrape away the pebble holding them back.
They will continue to scrape, chew, and rummage at the happening until something is done. Using the false light as an entity; it will either make or break the protagonist. At this point, it is both.
August 4th, 2016
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