“That is where you are so mistaken.” he humbly whispers,

“The mistakes we partake in today are the very ones that will torment us every day. 

We are but a fractured race of creatures, believing that by forcing ourselves against one another our jagged edges will grow smooth and less sharp. 

Yet cut ourselves we still do, and surprised we always are. 

For it is our simplistic minds that have birthed such naive ways of dealing with our dread, of running from our loneliness, that in turn make us hopelessly reliant. 

Upon the illusionary flame, that we believe beckons us to others. 

Upon the grotesque practices, that we believe define our way of love. 

Upon the guillotine of tear-filled nights, that we submit ourselves to each day. 

All because we believe that mistakes we make today are anything other than lessons that heed us from  greater suffering.”