“I want to know that I know.”
A whisper whisps away wildly and falls upon the same deaf ear in space or the same deaf ear of a friend. Perpetual falling motion swallows you like a hungry, hasty boy and you fall, fall, fall like the fools you frown upon when you are an observer. Your frantic hands claw at the same inconsistencies, swollen truths, and combative facts that they have for years and will probably continue to do so for those to come. You roll and fling your limbs as you fall in sheer and utter frustration and scream yourself to sleep.
You’ll wake the next morning fine though. You’ll be freshly erased for another day. Sleep well child. All will be well. Just look at this beacon. Focus now.