It truly is…..
sometimes we lose hope—purpose—meaning—inspiration
we forget why we fight
but we must just find that member of the team—the man with curled lips and passionate eyes screaming to fight on—to keep us on course
nothing is hopeless, purposeless, meaningless
even in defeat, we find inspiration
something tells me a DIGGER is meant for more than just digging
she reminds me of VYE
(via cyberpunknoise)
things have to change—we’re running out of chances
one shot—one fight—one war
let me be our hero
have you ever imagined what’s past the WALL
i had that nightmare again last night
i run—they find me—they look at me—they purge me
i keep trying to see if that moment’s hesitation—that smirk— those eyes—if all of that is real
i guess i will have to try harder next time
at some point we started believing that they all are machines
but i swear i felt them looking at me—reading me—understanding me
i’m just not so sure anymore
