Sleepwalking: A Goodbye at the End of the World

I don't feel alive anymore. Living has felt more like sleep-walking. What if I've been dreaming this whole time?

a picture of a planet exploding. the planet is surrounded by fire.

Scapegoat: the Sky is the Reason for All our Sins

So why do we act like we hate chaos? We love fire as long as it’s not too close. Water is cool until it becomes too deep. What I’m saying is, we love violence.