We are children of the night. Born into a crumbling era, we seek anything to make us feel alive while the world around us dies. Like vampires we awake, arise, into the streaming sunlight of our own demise. Shaking sleep from the vast plains of our mind’s eye, we realize that we cannot live the dream that was fed to us, the promises that were made, the lies that were spun.
We were born in the pitch black, and all that we know of the world was whispered into our ears and painted before our eyes. And so we grew up with grandiose dreams of wonder, happiness, and security, all seemingly within our grasp. We were swaddled in a comfortable dream, while those who spun it tore down the world around us. We matured, starting to see the sunlight peeking in through the bars of our childhood prison. We yearned and scrambled to age faster, to have our independence delivered to us in a shining gold box that can be used to proclaim “Look”! “Behold my independence from the dark