You’re a broken little beam of light, just like me, who seems he can’t quite shine on everything he wants: you (and I both) begin to create shadows. We cast them out, so far that soon they’ve caught up.
The light fades.
The world you and I have created together grows dim, bleak, and grey. The shadows of all the solid things from which we've created have betrayed us. They yet but faded what was once bright and beautiful.
The world grows dark.
Our world is now nothing but a shadow. No color shows, no happiness found. Only the fear of the childish fear of nothingness. Or, in fact, it could just be nothingness within itself. no light found, we both cease to be bright beings.
Until finally, you strike a match, and set ablaze all that we have created together, procreating more and more light until finally… I’m not (b)right enough.
— Poeta Potestas
The light fades.
The world you and I have created together grows dim, bleak, and grey. The shadows of all the solid things from which we've created have betrayed us. They yet but faded what was once bright and beautiful.
The world grows dark.
Our world is now nothing but a shadow. No color shows, no happiness found. Only the fear of the childish fear of nothingness. Or, in fact, it could just be nothingness within itself. no light found, we both cease to be bright beings.
Until finally, you strike a match, and set ablaze all that we have created together, procreating more and more light until finally… I’m not (b)right enough.
— Poeta Potestas