Have you heard what I told you? Do you listen to what I have to say? Life whirls around, deafening, until you can't hear no more. Take distance, and you will get closer. Get too close, and you will feel distant. If you are ready for the next step, then I'll be there. With time comes reassurance, and the only one to conquer is oneself. We all tell many stories, and yet there is only one happy ending. Hold my hand, pinch harder, and close your eyes. The only thing we know is that we don't know. What lies beyond, what is underneath. Does it really matter? Or does knowledge kill the source of our imagination?