//the new //the old
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me //connections //if
you're leaving // the honours
//the usual
High above in the richest blue of the heavens, Perfect floats for eternity. We endlessly build our ladders higher and higher and higher each time, but our skyscrapers will only barely scrape the sky.
We will never reach it.
With jagged shards of failure rusted over with experience, this suffocating knowledge has been cut into our eyes and into our hearts and into the palms of our hands. Yet with wounds still fresh, we can't stop climbing. With blood in our eyes, we never stop gazing upward.