Caught in the middle, that is fate as we know it so far, very interesting and fair enough. Losing it everyday without any real reason, illusion of creative thinking that actually goes nowhere. Illusion of happiness created by your own mind, living in your own dream, faith giving you strength to go on; do you go on?
Why do you do it? For a fair question there must be a fair answer: it's better to be blind.
Do you care? Of course you do. Are you free? Probably not.
Faith is all you need to live like a human. There's plenty of it. I can't give you mine… I don't have any.
The taste, so perfect, so warm and sweet, light color, the ocean blue, the faded feeling, the touch, the grey, red stones on black wire, the shades, deadly embrace, glance of innocence, the dreams, the faints, steamed glasses, drops of life, rivers of faith, the sight, the game… the taste - so perfect.