The Rambler’s Tongue

As time is ripped into pieces, we are all sent drifting into the unknown. Where will we go? What will we find? We don't really know.

We are left in a miserable state of unknowing, lost in a dream of hoping. We relieve our agony for a period of time in wishing for something better and maybe, just maybe, thinking it might be true.

No. How can we know what is true? We are still trapped in this void of nothingness with only our dreams and thoughts to console us.