“Desperate times call for desperate measures. If so, what do pleasant times call for. Is not the defense of fleeting heights the source of desperation that saturates our survival? To drown in need yet every object we attach to sinks us further. Is this the best for you? Where are the victories? It seems life is little more then victory and defeat. In victory we forget defeat and in defeat we dream of victory. Is defeat greater? Is defeat a dream of the fleeting heights that were to leave anyways. Survival it seems is little more then a slow defeat where no desperate measure will recoup the eroded heights that will crumble.”
-M
